Broken Bells and Whistles

You know when we see a movie, we pretty much know how it’s going to end, we’ll, for the most part.

I haven’t seen Jurassic World yet, but I’m fairly certain in the end the main character will survive. And yet, throughout the entire movie I will probably be sitting on the edge of my seat watching, and waiting for something bad to happen.

What is it about our feelings that even though we know the truth, we feel all this stuff that makes us feel like we don’t?

I know Hollywood capitalizes on this phenomenon, but are there consequences for this kind of behavior? I don’t know.

Why do my emotions and my head not respond to the same information, in the same way? Why can’t they talk to each other? How can my head be telling me everything is safe when my emotions are sending me into a panic?

I don’t get it. It could be entertaining I suppose…if you like to pay for someone to scare you or make you feel bad. I personally don’t, but I’ve got a house full of kids who do.

I have three kids obsessed with Friday Nights At Freddy’s even though it gives them nightmares. IT’S A VIDEO GAME!

I don’t get it. I especially don’t get it at 2am, so if you continue to play this game, know there is worse things to scare you at 2am, and it’s not a video game if you come knocking on my door at that hour.

Moving on.

What’s not so fun is when you take an elevator ride and it suddenly stops between floors. You know you’re not going to die. You know eventually it will either start working or someone will notice it’s not working. There’s alarms on these things, right? I mean if it plummets to the basement some bell or whistle will sound, right? RIGHT!?

What’s most distressing to me is I believe with every fiber of my being, that there is an all powerful and knowing, and GOOD, God watching out for me and not only me, but everyone else who believes in him too.

I read the Bible. It ends pretty well, pretty incredible, actually. The war is won! Christ wins!

And yet, here I am freaking out over my son who doesn’t want to take his meds, or my other son who wants to live with his other parent. Why? There is still an all powerful and knowing, and GOOD God watching out for me and them.

My head knows this is true and yet my emotions are sending me into a panic. Why???

I don’t find this entertaining. It makes me feel like a fool. It makes me feel like a liar.

So here I am. Over here. Freaking out. Looking like a fool. Being a liar.

… when I know it’s not true.

God, fill me with your truth. Your words bring me comfort. Why do I fret, when I know you are in control? Can all my worries add a single moment to my life? Why do I have such little faith? Lord, I know you, let me feel you too.

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