It's Ok

As one of my little students reminded me the other day...it's ok. :) Sometimes we just think things are such a big deal and so hard, but they're just not that bad. It's all in our perspective. We were learning about obedience--our definition is "a willingness to do with a happy heart what I am told." I tried to keep a straight face as the problems that third graders face unfolded. Speaking in all seriousness (as one who well-versed in difficult matters of life), one of them shared that he had learned: "It's ok. I can help with the dishes."

If I could just see my life from God's perspective, I'd probably be laughing at me too. It's ok...He can handle my dishes!

Rejoicing can be tough

I had never really noticed this verse before, at least not in the same way I did recently. "Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep" (Rom. 12:15). I think I have always thought something along these lines: Of course we rejoice when others are happy, and of course we weep, or at least show empathy, when others are sad. It seems so natural--most of the time.

Recently the Lord has brought me through a situation that has unveiled this verse for me. I'm seeing it in a new light--one in which I have realized that there are actually times when we are called to rejoice with others when their joy actually brings us pain.

During that time, God made this verse jump off the page at me: “Rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep.” I guess that’s the gist of the gospel. It’s not about us. It’s about everybody else. It’s not about me understanding. It’s about trusting God. It’s not about getting my way (whatever that happens to be at the moment); it’s about rejoicing in the midst of God’s good plans for all His children! “Rejoice with those who rejoice” instead of letting self-pity get in the way. As I’ve prayed for others, I’m more thankful for God's work in my particular situation. And, by God’s grace, I think—I hope—I am on the way to actually rejoicing with them. As a song says, “You give and take away for my good, for who am I to say what I need?”

Perhaps I should have waited until I “get it” to share this, but that would defeat one of the purposes of this blog--that of “preaching to myself.” As a teacher, I think I learn best when I share what I’m learning with others. It helps me process what I’m being taught. So, for what it's worth to anyone else, this is a lesson God is teaching me. Hopefully one of these days I will "get it." In the meantime, I sure am glad that He's not given up!

Forgiveness--a prayer

This is me. The real me. The me that I don't want other people to see. But God sees it all--and He's the one who gives hope to the hopeless! I had "journaled" this in my computer at some point over the past months. Perhaps my prayer echoes in other hearts.

What does forgiveness mean to me? Have I experienced it? Yes. Do I really understand it?...Do I? Is it conditional? Is it deserved? Does it expect anything in return? Do I qualify? Can I qualify? Have I blown it? Can I blow it? What is forgiveness?...wiping, cleansing, cleaning, purifying. Hum…that last word seems too quaint for today. I have so little point of reference for “purification.” But, cleansing, sanitizing, qualifying, a clean record. I do know those terms. I know how a clean bath refreshes a worn out body. I know how a person must qualify for top secret clearance—they have to check off on everything, and they can’t have a single thing wrong. I’ve never gotten a clearance. Well, I guess I have with teaching—a clean background check. But, what good does that do?

What I want is cleanness. I want…well, forgiveness. I’ve fallen. In fact, I was never that high up to fall from. But, right now I’m pretty low. I need something I don’t have—a clean record. And, I don’t want to flippantly come to God again and say, “Please forgive me.” Because I’ve done it so many times and then fallen right back into my old habits. I make a commitment. I give my word. I promise to succeed this time. And then, before more than a handful of days have passed, I am on the ground again. Stuck.

What I need is forgiveness. And help. God, I don’t want to come to You. I, honestly, foolishly dare to have enough pride to still think that I want to help myself. But, I can’t. I simply can’t do it. I can’t get control of my life, of my habits, of my sins. I simply am unable to pick myself up. So, because otherwise who would I turn to, I am back. I’m a prodigal daughter. I don’t have any merits to show for all my years. My resume is blank. If I were to pull out any trophies of my “own,” they’d be simply ones that you, my Father, bought for me. I didn’t win any of those games on my own to get those medals. Any of the trophies sitting on my shelf are ones you won for me. I fell down on the field. You picked me up. I didn’t even want to get up. I was ready to quit. But, you hoisted me up, steadied my feet, and then guided my limbs to score. That trophy…all those trophies are really yours.

What I’m asking for is another trophy. Another trophy to put on my shelf beside all the others. Another trophy that I didn’t win. Another trophy that I can say was paid for by my Father. That’s what I am pleading for. I’m still that same reluctant sport. That lame, lazy, loser. But, you’re still the same Father. So, I come to you. Help me!

Torn Apart

Have we ever stopped to wonder
What if we were one another,
Hearing footsteps of their memories intruding on our minds?

Have we ever seen a look of pain
And really stopped to look again,
To notice what another feels escaping through their eyes?

Has the darkness seeping from their skin
Appalled us as we saw their sin
Yet we failed to recognize that we all do the same?

Has the wickedness throughout the earth
Parading unstopped, growing worse,
Disgusted us but redefined our shame?

Now pausing in our musty pride we must confess
That although duty calls we do not do what’s best,
And though our hearts arraign us most ungraciously
We see that what we’re fighting is duplicity.

So often we are spellbound by our world of woe
And cannot see what others near are going through,
Until we pause to listen to their broken heart.
Our world is not the only one that’s torn apart.

Miracles

Do I believe in miracles? Of course I do--in theory. But, if I honestly ask myself what I really truly think, whether I really truly believe God not only can but will work miracles in my life I'm afraid I'm on shaky ground. My faith is so weak--so small. A mustard seed? Hum...is it even that big? Well, regardless my God is BIG! So, I guess yet again I can't place my faith in myself and in my own faith. I just have to trust the Lord. Oh what a relief!

And about the miracles, I'm just going to ask God for some. In fact I already have....and I think I may be beginning to see some peeking around the corner! Didn't someone say, "It's not that we ask God for too much. It's that we ask Him for too little."? I want to start asking Him for much and expecting it--believing Him for miracles!

Take Every Drop

I truly do love quotes. What encouragement I get from the penned words of others who have gone before me! That is, others who are willing to be honest with me about themselves. In their vulnerability I connect with them. In their confessions I hear myself. And through their openness I find encouragement to keep on keeping on!

The following words by E.B. Pussey were quoted in Keep a Quiet Heart by Elisabeth Elliot:

Whatever thy grief or trouble be, take every drop in thy cup from the had of Almighty God. He with whom "the hairs of they head are all numbered," knoweth every throb of thy brow, each hardly drawn breath, each shoot of pain, each beating of the fevered pulse, each sinking of the aching heart. Receive then, what are trials to thee, not in the main only, but one by one, from His all-loving hands; thank His love for each; unite each with the sufferings of thy Redeemer; pray that He will thereby hallow them to thee. Thou wilt not know now what He thereby will work in thee; yet, day by day, shalt thou receive the impress of the likeness of the ever-blessed Son, and in thee, too, while thou knowest it now, God shall be glorified.

Heart Hurts II

Perhaps this would be best titled, Preaching to Myself.
This is yet another journal entry, written (as it says)
several months after the previous blog.

November 16, 2008

Hum…A lot has happened over the past several months. It’s been about 3 ½ months now since [he] left my life. Do I still want him back? Well, part of me. Do I still cry? Sometimes…not as often. I miss the companionship…the belonging…the “knowing” who he is. I long to be married…I long to be loved…I long to know—to be settled, to find my “other half.”

The flip side: I am having a blast. I am clueless. But, I’m having so much fun. God has provided new friends—and lots of them at that—girls and guys. We’re doing all sorts of fun activities that I never had or made time for before. I have so much freedom—no one to have to worry about. I’m free to pick up and go for the first time ever. I could move if the Lord opened a door. School is over. I don’t have anything tying me down. It’s a special time of life—a time I’ve never before experienced and wouldn’t have if I had gotten married. So, that is fun. Life has endless possibilities…

But—it’s blank. And, that’s where the hope comes in. God is teaching me to trust Him like never before. I am so clueless about my future. I guess I’ve always been, really. It’s not like I could actually know what the future holds. But, in the past I’ve always had a plan—right now I don’t. I don’t have a single plan. [I had just recently been laid-off from my job because of the economy.] I’ve walked through the last open door—going to Atlanta to take the Orton-Gillingham training. Now, I have a new week ahead of me, a list of “to-dos” and not a single life plan. But, God is teaching me to trust Him. He’s teaching me the meaning of faith and giving me lots of opportunities to practice it. I’m a planner. I want to have my schedule all figured out. But, I’m learning to say, “God, do things on your schedule.”

In the meantime, I feel so blessed. I am well taken care of. My sweet parents have so willingly provided me a place to live, food to eat, and so many other things—including friendship and godly counsel. I look forward to deepening my relationships with them over the next ???.

Right now my priority is figuring out what the Lord wants me to do next. I feel like for Him to close so many doors (in some ways it seems like “all” I’ve faced lately is “closed doors”), He must have a very special open one ahead. Oh, Father, help me trust You in faith till I see with sight! My desire is to have a “dream job.” I’d love to have an adventure...But, I want it only if that’s the Lord’s will. I don’t want to want what I want at all costs. I want to want His will regardless of whether that means I have to wait and wait. I believe it will be worth the wait. I know—I have to believe!—that He is in control. Who else would I turn to? Who else can I hope in? Certainly not myself! I sure know how to mess things up. “Who can deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God, through Jesus Christ my Lord!”

I think God has big things in store. Too much has been turned upside down this year. I’ve read so many devotionals and verses that have encouraged and strengthened me. God has to be up to something. He doesn’t “destroy” unless it’s to make something better. I think God is just housecleaning right now in my life—and, actually, in my community. I don’t know what He’s doing. But, I think it’s something big. I think He wants to do something with me and my friends and my family. I think that He wants to do something special with my church. I am no prophet. But, God just seems to be up to something. There’s too much going “wrong” (according to human plans). God must be preparing for something incredible. Only time will tell. Only God can do it. I just look forward with anticipation to seeing Him work. “What a mighty God we serve!

I’ve seen God use “my hurt” to help me minister to others. He’s opened up friendships, allowed for me to share, helped me to better empathize with others’ hurts, deepened me, matured me, and grown my faith. Well, that is, He’s currently doing these things, I think. No—I know. He works all things for good for His own. According to the title of a book I recently purchased, “God never wastes a hurt.” I’ve read verses that confirm this. He IS up to something. “For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie. If it seems slow wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay” (Habakkuk 2:3). Oh, here’s another one—this one seems to confirm what I’m feeling regarding what God’s doing on a bigger scale than just my personal life. “Look among the nations, and see; wonder and be astounded. For I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if told” (Habakkuk 1:5). Then, there’s that verse that says He does “above and beyond all that we can ask or imagine.” I believe this. I have to believe this.

Who else would I go to? Who else has the words of eternal life…of hope in the midst of disappointment…of promise after pain…of joy from sorrow…of life from death? Who else but Jesus—my Jesus! Oh, I don’t deserve Him. I don’t love Him enough, want Him enough, seek Him enough, obey Him enough. But, He is the faithful One. He is the Rock. He embodies love. He shows steadfast love. Why? I don’t know. Oh, yes I do! It’s “for His Name and His Word.” And, He’s inviting me to join Him. To know Him. To enjoy Him. I don’t know a lot, but I do know that the more I learn, the more I like. I just want to know Him more. I want to learn to rest in Him. “In returning and rest you shall be saved. In quietness and in trust shall be your strength” (Isaiah 30:15). “Wait on the Lord. Take heart and wait on the Lord.” I’m just gonna keep preaching to myself…and eventually I think I’ll “see.”

Eventually, maybe all that I’ve just written will sink into my heart and really take root. Maybe I’ll really, truly, completely believe these words I’ve written. I know they’re true…but pain hurts. Faith is not sight. Hope is not in present circumstances. My emotions come and go. All I know is that I don’t know—but He does. All I can do is keep on preaching to myself and hope in His steadfast love!

Heart Hurts

What are they for, these hurts of the heart? What's the purpose? I wish I knew the answers. The following is a long blog, but I post it here--musings pealed from my journal--in hopes that it may encourage someone else going through a difficult time. Trust God! Fight to trust Him!

Summer, 2008
Here I sit at my computer on the eve of my 24th birthday. It’s not exactly what I had envisioned for this day when I bought my journal a couple months ago. The front cover says, “Faith, Hope & Love.” I thought that I knew what that would mean to me. Now it seems that I was wrong. Yet, perhaps the meaning is something even more significant than I would have ever dared (or wished) to dream. I don’t know what the following pages of this book will hold, but I do know that the past month or so has been significantly different than I expected. But do I wish that it were what I did expect? I don’t think I can dare to wish that in light of Who my God is and what He is doing in and through my life...He seldom seems to work in His child’s life without wanting to share it with others. I think Uncle Oswald [Oswald Chambers in My Utmost for His Highest] says that we should wrestle through what God is teaching us until we can explain it to others. Oh Lord, speak to and through me now. Give me clarity to express what You seem to be doing in my life.

It was a week ago that [my boyfriend]...broke up with me. Tears—I cried then and I’ve cried since, a lot. But, as I said I would before I knew the outcome, I praise God for what He has done—though it is not what I wanted. He is faithful. He is teaching me that He is to be trusted. He is teaching me that He can be trusted even in the midst of pain. As much as I wish that [he] had come back [from an intentional month-long separation to pray about where to take our relationship] and said, “I love you and want to marry you,” I look forward to what God will do through this “no.” And still, I do ask God “Why?” and I ask Him to bring [him] back to me. But, above my own desires, I DO NOT want a “king.” I asked God to do His will and to make it clear...And He did. God is faithful.

I don’t think I’ve ever been a part of a conversation that was more bathed in prayer. God gave so much grace to both of us. Since then I have been so upheld in prayer. I have been so blessed by the prayers of my brothers and sisters in Christ. I have seen the family of Christ in a new light. What a blessing! I am loved. Oh how grateful I am to see and feel their love!

Several months ago...I wrote: Father, I don’t know how to change this heart of mine. In fact, I cannot. I’ve wondered how this morning & recall something Jonathan Edwards said (which I read in the booklet In Our Joy), “Therefore, endeavor to promote spiritual appetites by laying yourself in the way of allurement.” (p. 41). Father, Your Word & prayer, etc. is the way. Show me the way! I just remember thinking, how in the world can my heart change? I am powerless to change myself. I don’t know how God works to change hard hearts. I am beginning to see. I am so far from being what I wish and need to be. I fall so far short, for “the sin I do not want to do I keep on doing…Who will rescue me?...” Oh Jesus, thank you that YOU will rescue me!

God answers prayer. This is one of the things that He has been showing me. This is one of the ways that I am seeing that He changes hearts. Prayer. I have asked God for several months to be my “treasure.”...I never imagined that God would take me so seriously. I also know that just because God has chosen to answer my prayer this way doesn’t mean He uses this method with all His children. But, I do know now that God answers our prayers! [In the previous months] I began to see what it means for Christ to be my treasure. I realized during that time that there are two aspects to this. Christ is my Treasure. When all is stripped away, or in this case, when my earthly treasure was stripped away...I saw that Jesus Christ is indeed my Treasure. He is the treasure of any child of His. Yet, I also realized that in another sense He wants to “become” my treasure. In other words, He wants to become more my Treasure. He wants to be my all in all. He wants me to be so filled with Him that whether in plenty or want I recognize Him as my ultimate Treasure. This is the kind of Treasure that I think He is working to make Himself to me during this painful time. So, God took my prayer seriously. He uses prayer to change us. He answers prayer. God, full of compassion and love, said, “Ok, my daughter, I will be your Treasure. It will cost you, but it will be worth it.”

At first I had to put [him] on the altar—my “Isaac.” I hoped and prayed that God would give him back like he did Abraham’s Isaac. In fact, I still pray that at times. However, God has said “no.” He has accepted my sacrifice. He has completely removed this earthly treasure. But, I trust Him that “in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purposes” (Rom. 8:28). Right now the future looks bleak at times. At other times the Lord allows me to get excited. Either way, I must walk by faith. I have seen God’s faithfulness in my own life in the past. I read about His faithfulness to others in His Word and in other books. I am blessed by the love and compassion poured out by so many friends and family. God is so good. He has richly blessed me. He has taken away a very dear friend. He has removed the man who I thought would be the love of my life. But, He shows me steadfast love. "He is not safe, but He is good." I don’t know what the future holds, but I thank God that He is in control and that He is working all things for my good and that He is using this to draw me closer to His heart. Oh, “more love to Thee O Christ. More love to Thee!” So, in the midst of this all I hope and pray that Christ will become more dear to me than He has ever been before. May He truly be my Treasure—my First Love, my True Love!

God Works in Seasons

God seems to work in seasons, or themes, in my life. I may or may not recognize the theme at the time, but at least in retrospect I seem to see it. For example, there was the season where God showed me so much "yuck" in my heart that I couldn't stand it. He let me see how badly I truly do need Him...how I am desperate for him! I could name several seasons I've been through recently, the most recent of which seems to be faithfulness. God is faithful. This ties in with that theme of my not deserving Him. It's just a new twist. I apparently am so stubborn that He has to return to themes with me numerous times. I just am so full of pride, I apparently don't "get it" the first go-around. So, faithful as He is, the Lord says, "Daughter, let's try it another way."

Again, this season is: God is faithful. I am not. That's it in a nutshell.
I don't deserve a single thing, but he keeps blessing me.
I don't do what I'm supposed to, but He keeps on pouring out in my life.
I turn away, He follows me.
I repent. He forgives.
I turn away again, and He chases me down.
I feel hopeless. He assures me that He is the source of hope.
I just want to quit. He won't.
I am unfaithful. He remains faithful.
I renege. God doesn't.
I stop. He keeps going.
I fail. He sticks with me.

What a God! How can I not follow Him? Well, the truth is I can't follow Him well, but I can't stop either. He's like a magnet. He just keeps pulling me back. He keeps wowing me with Himself. He keeps showing me that He is faithful!

Dreams of Pageantry

I wrote this during a senior seminar I took in college called
"The Bible in Later Literature."

Running water, little laughing brooks,
Soaring skywards in a dream,
Unknown places, unknown times,
Full of mystery.

Sunshine brighter, cloudless summer skies,
Joyous revels in a hall,
Gilded goblets, voices sing
Tales of gallantry.

Grasses verdant, fields of flowers fair,
Tranquil holidays at sea,
Crimson roses, roaring hearths,
Sweet simplicity.

Spell-bound castles, love-enchanted lands,
Golden slippers at a ball,
Flowing tresses, knights of steel,
Dreams of pageantry.

Running water, love-enchanted lands,
Tranquil holidays at sea,
Gilded goblets, Holy Grail,
Quests for majesty.

Not even cute

I was talking with a dear friend recently about some life "issues"--namely, one of those heart-rending events that doesn't make sense. It was of God, appointed by Him, but it just left a lot of questions to be answered. Anyway, this particular night, my friend told me about a talk she had had with God regarding this issue. She told Him: "God, it's not funny," and then went on to say, "It's not even cute." At this we both cracked up. Perhaps it was the late hour, or perhaps it was just the ludicrousness of telling God that what He did just wasn't "cute."

I don't repeat this to be disrespectful. I repeat it because I think it speaks our hearts. In the Bible, the psalmists were very open with the Lord. They cried out and questioned Him. They did not understand His ways--and told Him so. So often we try to sound "spiritual" in the way we talk, but we're just crying out in our hearts: "God, it's not funny!" We think (though we don't dare say it) that He's being mean. Yet we know that He is omniscient and that He is all-loving. So, we trust Him--and we cry. We moan, "It's not even cute," and then we beg for faith to follow Him in the darkness.

I think--I dare to hope--that this is the walk of faith. Hebrews says faith is believing what we do not see. So much of life must be lived this way. Heartbreaks must be lived this way. We cry out, "Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief!" We don't see the humor in the situation. We might even have to stretch our imaginations to see any good in it. But, we trust. And as we trust we begin to see that He is faithful. We see that His promises are sure. We see that we can trust Him, for He is trustworthy.

The circumstances may not be funny. They may not even be cute. But, the GOD of the circumstances is...well, He's there all along, with us through it all. And, in the process we find that we're coming to love Him more!

We're All a Lie

I wrote the following poem as a reflection upon our tendency as a culture to hide the truth of our personal pains and struggles. We just can't seem to be honest with each other. My inspiration came from the lines of a song sung by Laura Story: "When I'm tired of pretending and I can't recall my line. Do I say I'm barely breathing or do I say I'm doing fine?" (I've "tinkered" with this poem off and on since December, 2008, but finally decided to just share it, weak as it is.)

We’re All a Lie

Pleasant faces—painted smiles
Like the mimicking of mimes,
Cautious glances—guarded words,
Actors in a play called life.

This accepted fabrication called “polite”
Is the language we are taught to use from childhood,
Where the question receives artificial answers
And dilutes the truth of open honesty.

“I’m doing fine, and all is well.
My family’s good. I like my job.
I’m feeling nice.” You’ve lost your mind
If you think I’d answer otherwise.

This is a game we all are living,
A pretense to obscure offensive truth—
We’re all a lie.

We’re not so well, and things aren’t swell,
With families falling through the cracks.
We feel so blind, have lost our minds.
When will we ever get them back?

Every day we hit the ground,
Crying out without a sound,
Hoping someone else will hear
And help us out.

While our words are empty shells,
Outer coverings for the hells
We’re living through,
We’re all a lie.

Pleasant faces—painted smiles
Like the mimicking of mimes,
Cautious glances—guarded words,
Actors in a play called life.

So the next time someone asks us, “How’d you do?”
Do we presume they want to hear the naked truth?
Throw off masks and show them all our hidden features?
Risk rejection for our frankness and our candor?

Happy faces—bottled tears
Masquerading through our times,
Careful glances—guarded hearts
Measures to advance disguise.


There’s no point unmasking woes only to flaunt them
In the faces of those wishing for our health.
Yet if we could answer questions with directness
We might see that we could help each other out.

Will we ever face together our delusion,
That the others somehow wouldn’t understand
How our lives are not as perfect as imagined
From the front that veils our secret sufferings?

Could not honesty with others really help us
All together learn to soothe our miseries?
And to join each other like a band of brothers
In a quest to conquer our infirmities?

Honest answers—candid words,
Simple trust in what is said
Carefree glances—open hearts
Unadorned sincerity.

You Are... (Or, God Is)

Are journal entries worth sharing? I hope so...so long as they encourage another. While driving home the other night, I had one of those rare moments when I just seemed to be bursting with praise and awe and adoration for my most worthy God. Later on I attempted to capture the essence of that praise in my journal:

You are...The healer of the sick, the mender of the broken, the balm for soothing wounds. You are the filler of the empty, the well that can't run dry. You are compassion for the heart-sick, the lover of the unlovely, the answer for the questioner, the hope for the hopeless, the joy for the despondent, the rescuer of the endangered. You breathe life into the dead, seek the unwanted, cry for the unmourned. You are beautiful. You pursue the forsaken, beautify the unlovely, seek the lost, heal the cripple; you forgive the unforgivable, the unforgiven, and the unforgiving. You empower the weak, strengthen the feeble, and cure the sick. You conquer the unwilling, and make willing the conquered.

You choose the worthless to represent you. You choose the weak to defend your Name. Your subjects are not worthy of You, or indeed of anything at all. They are the most unlikely, the least worthy; the unloved, unlovely, and unlovable. Yet, you choose us. You strengthen us to showcase your handiwork. You are not daunted by our worthlessness. Your glory does not diminish on account of the same. Instead, the worthless vessel, the diamond carved from rock, the pottery of simple clay cannot detract from your glory. Your majesty is only magnified. The vessels you fill to overflowing do not diminish the supply of your abundance by even an ounce.

You are sufficient--alone. You are happy--in yourself. You are sustained--without support. You are the supplier of all good gifts with a warehouse never understocked. Your stream never runs dry. You are...You are...You are...!!!

Several Ways to Make Yourself Miserable (by Elisabeth Elliot)

Elisabeth Elliot is one of my favorite authors. In fact, if I keep up this blog, I imagine her name will reappear. So, for my first post I am just going to quote from her book Keep a Quiet Heart:

Several Way to Make Yourself Miserable:

1. Count your troubles, name them one by one--at the breakfast table, if anybody will listen, or as soon as possible thereafter.
2. Worry every day about something. Don't let yourself get out of practice. It won't add a cubit to your stature but it might burn a few calories.
3. Pity yourself. If you do enough of this, nobody else will have to do it for you.
4. Devise clever but decent ways to serve God and mammon. After all, a man's gotta live.
5. Make it your business to find out what the Joneses are buying this year and where they're going. Try to do them at least one better even if you have to take out another loan to do it.
6. Stay away from absolutes. It's what's right for you that matter. Be your own person and don't allow yourself to get hung up on what other expect of you.
7. Make sure you get your rights. Never mind other people's. You have your life to live, they have theirs.
8. Don't fall into any compassion traps--the sort of situation where people can walk all over you. If you get too involved in other people's troubles, you may neglect your own.
9. Don't let Bible reading and prayer get in the way of what's really relevant--things like TV and newspapers. Invisible things are eternal. You want to stick with the visible ones--they're where it' at now.