Sunday, October 14, 2012

Scheduled Boredom

So last night I got to have a conversation of sorts (over texting) with a friend of mine who I have unfortunately not been able to talk to for a bit.

Conversation had it's usual small talk origins, how we both were doing etc. I then asked about how school was going. Next part of the talk went like this [blue = friend, red = me]:

Boring. Just like every class - Do you like it there? - I guess so. Not really. Its just school. It's all the same. - Are you doing ok? - Haha yea. School is just really boring and its all the same. - Well that's unfortunate to hear. Maybe it'll pick up next semester? - Maybe but I am really just tired of school.

I dunno about you, but upon hearing/seeing this. I felt bad for my friend. Due to the structure of their life right now, my friend just sounded tired and essentially bored. I mean sure they aren't technically bored since there is homework to be done, friends and family to hang out with, and whatever other activities said friend is up to.

But regardless, this outlook on life seemed to me to be just a tad somber.

So this got me thinking. First off, I would go out on a limb and say I know this person fairly well. Secondly, because of that I tend to assume things when talking to this friend (I do that a lot actually; depending on how much time I've spent with you I begin to picture the tone, facial expression, and sometimes body language all from a text message - weird, yes I know). Now I can definitely relate in how day in and day out things are just the same. I mean that's what life after college has been for me unfortunately. Wake up, drive, work, drive, sleep, and repeat. But even so, every day brings a new adventure. However it's up to YOU to stumble upon it. The Lord will guide your steps no matter what and protect you (Jeremiah 29:11). But to experience this world and the sunlight, we must venture out of our shells.

Sure life is boring, but it is what we make of it.

Wallowing in self-pity will get you nowhere. Yes, that is a bit harsh of me. But I only say that because I myself have been caught in that cycle before and will most definitely fall into it again.

I pray for this friend that they can escape this rut of life. And if any of you reading this experience this rut, I would gladly pray for you.

I leave you with these two verses:

"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Psalm 118:24

"Therefore do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."
2 Corinthians 4:16-18

As my pastor stressed to the congregation today. meditate on Scripture. In doing so, one will become close to God and righteous; and it is the righteous who are truly happy.




To put this all in a nutshell. put your trust in the Lord. For He never fails.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Irony

Irony. There seems to be a decent amount of it in my life. Though to be honest, there's probably a good amount in everyone's lives.

So why bring this up? Well last week was just a tad bit rough for me. Work (at the big boy job) was a bit frustrating and tiring and the awful traffic to and from work didn't help matters much. Then at coaching the kids (as great as they are) were for the most part pretty rambunctious the whole week and my patience being paper thin was on the verge of not existing. Now with that piled up on each other, I also due to stress, tiredness, and laziness was not very disciplined in my time with the Lord and it's been up and down for the past few weeks. Something very very unfortunate. So pretty much I'm close to a tipping point and in Friday rush hour I basically lost it. The usual commute of 55 miles in traffic in the afternoon takes about an hour and a half. Well that Friday I was stuck for two and a half. Things I had planned to do like errands and what not before coaching obviously didn't happen.

But like I said I lost it. Thankfully being in a car by myself with the windows up, no one witnessed the Asian kid screaming in frustration for a few minutes.

Let me tell you, screaming is not good for your throat. [mental note made]

However letting it out like that did help and in a couple of minutes I had calmed down and recollected myself. Needless to say practice went decently well despite some minor hiccups and the weekend was here.

Well the weekend of me being at a swim meet and not really relaxing at all.

Phew sort of a poopy week huh? Yea most definitely. Talk about me being frustrated and stressed. Mind you I have not been that stressed since sophomore year of college and it is not fun at all. I gave up that side of me for a reason and I see again why I did so. Thanks to two great friends and role models that helped me with that back then. And now I've got to re-remember to let my dependence on my own power go and just let the Lord take care of me.

Once again soooo much easier said than done.

But that's not gonna stop me from trying. Oh wait, isn't there a quote on trying? Ah yes the great philosopher Yoda said "Do or do not, there is no try." Hm probably should heed that advice. 

Anyways that intro essentially over. Here comes the irony. So I get to the office this morning and though last night I had read the email that I was assigned to a different team this week and was no longer with my usual senior engineer. Didn't really sink in though til this morning that I now was considered the team lead for our two man teams and responsibilities and trust were put upon me. Pretty amazing how in two months, I've already been entrusted with this. But definitely it is because of the grace of God that I'm 1.) at the company and 2.) even been given this new position.

The Lord is just so good. And He is definitely watching over me. Reminds me how my accident last summer showed me that perhaps the Lord is saving me for some purpose on this earth. But whatever it is, I await the day that I can fulfill it and bring glory to His kingdom.

Low as the valley last week. Starting this week at a peak. Talk about two different sides of a coin. Tis how life is and will always be. But to me, I guess this is how the Lord reminds me how He's in control and I am not.

Like the pastor at Hershey Free church said in his message Sept 30.
We must constantly remember that....
He's God and I'm not.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Effff.....

Failure: 1. the act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful, 2. the nonperformance of something due, required, or expected.

The above is something we all hate. Yet failure is essential to our growth and learning. But even with that glimmer of hope, it doesn't take away from the fact that failure sucks.

Sadly to admit, these past few weeks I've been failing. Sure both paying jobs are going well, but the occupation in which I'm supposed to be immersed in [a witness and example of the Almighty Lord] seems to be on the backburner. Of course to top it off, I'd been doing so well in one aspect of my life and then it all came crashing down (vague yes, sorry but if you'd like to know more, you are more than welcome free to ask).

So how does one combat failure?

Well the doggedness to not give up is definitely a start. The realization that you've failed is also a key factor. Asking for help should be present. And that leads to the trust in someone who's been there before or is more knowledgeable in the subject.

Doggedness. Realization. Asking. Trust.

Sure I may be forgetting some intermediate steps, but thats how I'm summing it up.

Once again the Holy Spirit has nudged me to realizing how far off the path I am. So here's to trudging towards back the straight and narrow path. I plead that anyone who reads this, lift me up in prayer (a little selfish yes), but this fight cannot be won by myself alone. Thus all help is welcome.

Lastly I think Jimmy Needham captures one's feelings on failed attempts pretty well here.


Saturday, September 8, 2012

An Emotional Deluge

Labor Day weekend comes to a close today. The weekend in which summer officially comes to a close and where a nice long weekend is enjoyed by all.

But anyways this was the first Labor Day where I wasn't in school and alas which means I am no longer a college student. That being said what do I do with my time off from work? Head right back up to college and  spend some quality time with the friends that have yet to graduate. 

I got in quite late or rather early whichever way you look at it. I got to see some great people from the very start and clearly I was on an emotional high and just so happy and overjoyed to be hanging with buddies of mine (with no homework hanging over my head). 

Fast-forward to Monday. I've hung out with basically everyone I wanted to see and now comes the time to say good-bye to a person I would call one of my best friends. We both acknowledged how we'll see each other again soon (roughly three months), but we also agreed how we just didn't want to leave and get back to the "real" world. Back to the grind of work (yes I know I just started but still work is work right?). Needless to say we were both quite reluctant to leave but got into our cars and left campus. However I had one more stop before getting home and so made my way to the annual swimmer picnic. Got to see a few more people and grabbed some leftover food for a quick lunch and I was out of there, feeling no different from before. And then as I drove I passed the small town of Portersville. Just a tiny town in western PA that meant nothing to me til this past year. And why does it have any importance to me now? Well in this town lives two sets of uncles and aunts of my ex-girlfriend, and is where I met a handful of the family that lives out on the east coast. Not gonna lie from there a flood of emotions hit me. The low of leaving intensified and the emotions, that I thought I was handling well, from my breakup slapped me across the face.

Seems perhaps it was just the opportune time for them to come out in the car, where I was alone. But to be honest, the worst thing was that I had no confidant to confide in. That role for me tends to fall to the person closest to me. Now I do not hide myself from people, however I label myself as one who has many "friends" but very few close friends. I'm decently sociable and get along fairly well with everyone. But that intimacy shared between true friends isn't something freely given, even by me. But when I do invest my time and trust into someone I do it fully and of course when that relationship is cut off, of course I feel the repercussions. In the car, I questioned the Lord out loud saying "What do you really have planned for me? And why all of this now?" Immediately, Jeremiah 29:11 popped into my head and I just mentally said to the Lord "Ok, ok I get it."

I hate that feeling so much. I really do. I may be a different person than I was four years ago. Nevertheless I still want to be in control of my life as much as I can, who doesn't? But like I've learned time after time these past few years. Let the Lord take control of the roller coaster and everything will end up ok.

My emotional deluge ceased there with a wave of reassurance. But not one that came without a struggle. That choked up feeling still haunts me, and I know with time it'll no longer be and all that will be left will be a scar that pales in comparison to the wound it used to be.

I look up as I finish writing this post almost a week late and see the post-it note on my desk:
Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

I pray that that verse speaks to you as well. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

"Let it all out, get it all out..." [Relient K]


Perhaps you've listened to this song once or twice before, and if you're around my age (recent college grad) you better know who this band even is. However that is all besides the point. Quite recently one of my friends posted on her blog a piece as she put it "releasing some yucky". Guess that in turn, it made me feel that some written release of my summer was warranted.

I guess to be put honestly since May, my world has been turned upside down, flipped over, and then put back into place. It is by no means a life-altering or drastic turn of events; rather more of the grand entrance of myself into the "real world."

To start this little shindig of a summer was my graduation from the esteemed establishment, Grove City College. Talk about 4 years in a whirlwind, friends who I wish to not lose contact with, and endearing memories that I'll hopefully cherish and not forget. From there in under a week, I was on route to beautiful San Diego to visit my girlfriend for two weeks. To say that I had a blast out there would be an understatement. Southern Cali is gorgeous and I wouldn't mind whatsoever to live out there and the people I met were all extremely wonderful. Thus goodbye was oh so bittersweet. I mean the next probable time of seeing my girlfriend was gonna be in six months!

Fast forward two months, my girlfriend calls me and gives me the news that no one ever wants to hear. Back to the single world.
Happy? Not so much.
Wanting closure/an explanation. It wasn't given.
Emotions running rampant inside. Kept them from going anywhere.

Then of course the irony of it all hits. That same week I'm called and scheduled for a job interview and voila the Lord provides me with an engineering position. I joke and all, but to be honest I feel that God during that week was laughing at the humor and irony ringing in my life. From the news that put me in an emotional hole to the light of having a job out of college and now a source of income. Then to put it even farther within the next two weeks, I'm offered a coaching position for the swim club I grew up in for an actual group. No not a position that I'd be assisting another coach with his or her group that I thought I'd be doing, but a whole group instead!

Questions are everywhere in my head.
Why like this Lord?
What are you planning, Father?
What do I do now, God?

Well to be honest I still don't know what to do, but thats life. Figuring that out is the fun of it all. But you know the one thing I've come to realize. I vow (as much as I can) to stay in contact with the people who shaped me and I made memories with. That my relationship with the Lord must progress and become strong(er) for me to begin even thinking of dating again. Lastly, to let go is hard, but it's needed. So farewell to communication to her starts now.

Like I said, I don't know what to do, but I know the Lord will keep me ultimately safe and that whatever I go through is in His plan. Jeremiah 29:11.  

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Thoughts of An Engineer

Below is an article, one of my buddies wrote up while we were at school.


Thin-Slicing Relationships
“Thin-slicing” describes something that you did immediately after (or while) reading the title of this article. This action lasted for two seconds, at best, but more than likely it was less than one second. Subconsciously, you had a “gut reaction” to the article, instinctively making conclusions on the content, quality, and relevancy of the article, without even reading past the title. The title may have evoked certain memories, such as the thin-sliced meat on a sandwich consumed at lunch, whose qualities (no doubt) have perked or squelched your interest in the content to be found herein.

Let’s take a look at another example of thin-slicing. Take yourself back to Huma 101. Sit yourself back down in the chair where you were probably looking at pictures on Facebook more than you were paying attention to the professor in class.Let’s get more specific. Take yourself back to the first minute of that first class in this course. At this point, you had just met your professor. You had never heard him teach; only introductions and salutations had been made; more than likely, the syllabus had not yet been passed out. You knew very little, if anything, about the content of the course, the coursework itself, the professor teaching it, or the classmates adjacent to you. But yet, somehow, you had a “hunch” for whether this would be a “good” or “bad” class. Somehow, you just knew. Whether you were right or not is a different story.

Thin-slicing is a concept that was introduced to me in high school by an excellent writer named Malcolm Gladwell. Gladwell opens his book “Blink” by retelling the events surrounding a Greek kouros that was deemed a fake by two sources: scientific and legal analysis and highly-experienced archeologists. However, the time required to reach the same conclusion could not be more staggering. The scientific analysis consisted of mass spectrometry, x-ray scanning, and examination of the rock using a high-resolution stereomicroscope; to finally make a firm conclusion, the whole process took over 14 months (the first scientific analysis took 14 months – in which the kouros was deemed legitimate – but the second analysis confirmed it a fake). The archeologists, however, only took 2 seconds. They knew, intrinsically, that there was something awry; that something about the kouros looked fake, immediately after the kouros was revealed. One archeologist described his reaction at the first sight of the kouros as “intuitive repulsion.” These highly trained and experienced archeologists had a hunch; a gut-sense, an initial reaction, an inexplicable feeling governed by
instincts that enabled them to “understand the essence” of the kouros in a single glance and make an accurate
conclusion in very short time.

Get the idea yet?

The fact is that you, too, have this same capability. Gladwell states that “The part of our brain that leaps to conclusions like this is called the adaptive unconscious” (Gladwell 11) and can be thought of as a “giant computer that quickly and quietly processes a lot of the data we need in order to keep functioning as human beings” (11). It’s enormously powerful, and is a highly effective “decision-making apparatus that’s capable of making very quick judgments based on very little information” (12). We all use our adaptive unconscious in a variety of decision-making contexts, ranging from friends to food. I would like to consider in particular the context of relationships. My question is this: how does your adaptive unconscious affect the relationships you have with the opposite sex?

Allow me to break it down for you:
For the girls:
You’re walking back to your dorm from the library on a gorgeous, balmy Friday afternoon. Once the drums and cymbals of the construction begin to fade, your eyes set upon the serene, natural beauty of the quad. Today, however, there’s an additional beauty: HIM. You first saw him after rounding the construction site; naturally, he’s playing Frisbee, with a mixed crowd of guys and girls (most likely going back to freshman year brother-hall sister-hall). Much to your chagrin, he has opted for the sleeveless T-shirt instead of shirtless.
Oh but what fortune! One of his friends has overthrown the Frisbee and it’s headed STRAIGHT for you! He, the man that Josh Harris told you about, the Disney movies praised, and your every dream fantasized is coming straight for you…. even if it is just to catch a Frisbee. But, you’re no stranger to Grove City, and you, too, are perfectly capable of catching a Frisbee with one hand while the other carries a stack of books back to the dorm to study all day tomorrow. And with little effort at all, you catch the overthrown Frisbee, just before he was about to layout across the sidewalk (you’re a savior, no doubt). He stops his frantic (but graceful) running and stops three feet away and smiles at you. You smile back at him. First impressions are made as you start to realize just how good he looks with a little sweat dripping down his handsome face and chiseled (not massive) biceps. You both introduce yourselves, say hello, he comments on your incredible catching ability, and then you dazzle him with your ability to flick the Frisbee back to him with your left hand.
At this point, he’s interested (try to throw a lefty flick and you’ll understand why). After catching your beautiful lefty flick, he throws the Frisbee back to one of his friends and spends five minutes getting to know you. Its small talk (what’s your major, where are you from, who’s your RA, the weather is uncharacteristically beautiful, etc.), but it never meant so much to you. After the shortest five minutes of your life, you say goodbye to him and watch his muscular calves ripple as he jogs back to the Frisbee game and you finish your trek to the dorm. You start thin-slicing, if you haven’t already done so for all five minutes of your time with him. You can’t help it – your adaptive unconscious is going crazy. You re-play the afternoon’s events over and over in your mind and whether you’d like to admit or not, something happened. You reached a conclusion. You made a judgment call. You like him. Adore him. You become friends on Facebook, become better friends... but I’m not going to talk about that, because I’m only interested in the afternoon where you first met.

For the guys:
You don’t know what you’re doing in South Lobby. For some strange reason, you chose to walk through the inner quad to the (in)famous lobby alone after dinner, and as you ascend the princess stairs to the main level, you’re greeted (to your surprise) by one of the girls on your sister hall. You respond cordially; however, you could care less about her right now, because of the gorgeous girl with whom your sister-hall friend was chatting prior to your ascent of the stairs. She’s got a great smile, she looks you straight in the eye, and you’re introduced to her by your friend and the three of you end up having a nice, enjoyable conversation. The conversation lasts only five minutes – you’re on your way to play video games, no doubt, and can’t spare more time. However, the walk back to the dorm is a little bit different this time. Yes, the video games are calling you, but your cold walk across the quad is interrupted by the memory of the very short conversation you had only moments ago. She really WAS cute. She really did look good in her (no doubt) super-modest, but classy, clothes. She was tastefully engaging in conversation, didn't just talk about the weather or about the mountains of work that she has to do, asked you questions about you, had some intellectual depth, and showed interest in you. What did that mean? Should I read into her interest in me? She even mentioned that she was planning to go to warriors in the evening; thus, she MUST be an incredibly Godly woman who loves the Lord! And there, in your mind, you realize that you like her. The “chemistry”
is there… you both got along so well! It was fun, it was enjoyable, and you could clearly see her playing Frisbee with you sometime (if you’re not playing video games, of course). Everything seems exactly right.
Congratulations. You’ve thin-sliced. Your adaptive unconscious is doing its thing. You made a judgment call. You reached a conclusion. You like her. Five minutes was clearly all you needed to determine she’s the one for you (sarcasm intended). You’ll probably go friend-request her on facebook before letting your brains ooze out your ears playing video games when you get back to the dorm.

Observations
There are a few things that I want to point out from both of these examples. The first thing is how much you truly do know about the other: it’s not much. In fact, it’s literally NOTHING. You don’t have more than five minutes with the other person, and you really don’t KNOW a person in that short amount of time. Of course, that’s more than enough time for your adaptive unconscious to thin-slice and produce a gut reaction. And note how this instinctive reaction (based solely upon a first impression) had an obvious effect: emotions and feeling were clearly stirred up. Is this bad? It can be. Thin-slicing is often allowed far too much control over our opinions of and actions towards people that we barely know. Thus, we are constantly faced with the challenge of putting thin-slicing in its proper place, which is very difficult because our adaptive unconscious is constantly thin-slicing regardless of context, place, time of day, etc. I would also assert that we ought not train ourselves to stop thin-slicing; it would be a shame to suppress the incredible
power of our minds to use and develop the ability to thin-slice. My appeal is this: in our relationships, we do not thinslice well.

Let’s go back to the Kouros. The archeologists were highly trained and experienced, with many years of work in the field. They had PhDs in archeology and knew exactly what to look for and how to look for it. As a result, they could thin-slice extremely accurately. Gladwell remarks: “being able to act intelligently and instinctively in the moment is possible only after a long and rigorous course of education and experience” (259). Being able to accurately thin-slice is a “kind of wisdom that someone acquires after a lifetime of learning and watching and doing” (260). Clearly, deep knowledge and experience is incredibly important for accurate thin-slicing. We college students desperately lack this deep knowledge necessary to accurately thin-slice, particularly in regard to relationships. A brief reminder: you’re either a teenager or in your early twenties. If you’re a guy, you’re still learning a lot about girls, and if you’re a girl, you’re still learning a lot about guys (even though you like to think that we’re simple). Most of my friends have told me at some point that: “You can’t live with them, you can’t live without them,” or that “I can’t figure them out” in relation to the opposite sex. No matter how many break-ups you've had, how long you’ve been dating, or how long you've been single, there’s a mystery and lack of knowledge that we each have for each other.

And yet, here we are, dealing with our BROTHERS and SISTERS in Christ, making very broad, defining judgments of their character and personality on the basis of first impressions and with our under-developed abilities to thin-slice those first impressions. We immediately put someone in a box based upon our ineffective analysis of who they are as a person, due to our lack of knowledge of who they are and our general lack of wisdom and knowledge. Some people do not have good first impressions. Some have excellent first impressions but are not the person you want to befriend / date for a host of reasons. You need to get to KNOW them to see who they really are in order to make good judgments.

My primary contention is that far too much emphasis and value is placed upon our thin-slicing, when, in reality, we aren't qualified or equipped enough to thin-slice accurately. I’ve heard countless guys and girls tell me that it just “ didn't feel right” or “the chemistry wasn't there” when they first meet a guy or a girl and this often keeps both parties from trying to get to know each other (and if they do try to get to know each other, the experience is tainted by the first thinslice). The sad fact of the matter is that the source of that feeling is unreliable – it’s often based on a thin-slice that could not produce an accurate judgment of the person you met. This is exceptionally important to recognize, because of the immense degree to which feelings are idolized in our culture today in the context of relationships. Thankfully, God does not relate to us according to how He feels (which would send all of us to the fires of hell because of His just wrath against us) – rather, He does so according to His sovereign choice to love us.

This whole dilemma that I’ve attempted to describe is one of the primary reasons that there are so many single Christian guys and girls in America today. There are certainly other reasons, such as the use of facebook and texting (rather than face-to-face conversation) as primary means of communication, men not manning up (hence the video games in the previous situation – representing boredom, lack of initiative and ambition) and women with perceptions of “prince charming” that came more from a dream (or Disney or romance novels or Josh Harris) rather than the reality of the sinfilled world in which we live (hence my absolutely over-exaggerated example of what ought to be a normal interaction at GCC). The reason why thin-slicing is so important to recognize is because of its subversive, sub-conscious qualities – you may not even realize how much you’re damning yourself by listening to your mis-informed feelings. This selfawareness
is unspeakably important.

Moving Forward
My plea is that we would give each other more grace - that’s really what this is all about. Right now we’re so quick to judge, and what I've sought to argue is that the source of our judgments (thin-slicing by our adaptive unconscious) is currently not developed enough to judge accurately and effectively. In time, it will be, as we continue to learn from the relationships / friendships we have with others. But remember, once again, that these archeologists were only as good as they were because of their experience and education. They messed up many times in the past, no doubt, when they were inexperienced and still learning.
We too are learning. My plea is NOT that we would neglect our instinct and throw thin-slicing out the window. Rather, my hope is that we would put thin-slicing in its place - a place where it isn’t elevated to the level you and I have put it, where it governs so much of the way we interact with our brothers and sisters in Christ. Self-awareness is critical in this whole discussion – we must be aware of the holes in our judgment. The most successful people are “the ones that understand how to combine rational analysis with instinctive judgment” (272), which is a life-long process that we have only begun.

We must be aware of the holes in our instinctive judgment - more aware of our fickle and oft-graceless hearts. Once we become more aware of these holes, we will be able to more quickly and effectively tear down the paradigm and welcome new information, seeing people for who they really are instead of in the boxes in which we place them. We need more education and experience - we need to get to know each other better (whether that’s through dating or just becoming friends) before we make a judgment call, letting our emotions and feelings start to naturally grow between each other.

In conclusion, we must remember WHY we ought to give each other more grace. It is because Christ has poured out costly grace for those who believe on Him for their salvation. Christ did not have to show such mercy - His wrath was fully justified in every way towards our rebellion. And yet, out of the depths of his inestimable love, He has called us to Himself, beckoning us to believe on Him and rest upon Him and His righteousness. He is the atonement for sin, the substitute for our wretchedness, the lover of our souls, and the Savior of sinners. It is this glorious Gospel that must govern the way in which we interact with all humanity – an interaction that extends Truth, humility, forgiveness, grace,and love.
Praise God for such a Gospel. May we live in such a way that reflects the Truths therein.

Sources / Recommended Reading:
Malcolm Gladwell: “Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking”, Back Bay Books (2007)

Monday, July 23, 2012

To Care?

The past week has sure been a whirlwind of emotions. Highs and lows like no other. The onset of these emotions I'll elaborate about in a following post.

Now this summer, I've been reading the works of author Rick Riordan. While re-reading the Percy Jackson series, there is a part in the series in which Annabeth tells Percy about how each and every demigod has a certain "fatal flaw". For her, it is hubris (or pride); whereas for Percy it's his undying loyalty to his friends. Going off of that, these past few days has had me wondering on one of these "flaws" I possess.

Care.

Yes, there is nothing wrong with caring for others. But is there a point of no return in which giving up on oneself is actually harmful to yourself? At the moment, I've re-addressed an old friendship and the caring has gone up for that person and to me it's just a tad weird because this would've never happened except due to the current circumstances. Friendships that are severed usually cease to exist and the mutual caring fizzles. However to me as much as I attempt to push away the broken friendship, I seem to not to let it go. There is my stubbornness emerging. Or in better terms my diligence, haha.

But even as I write, my answer to this "question" has been decided.

We, as children of God, are called to serve others. To care for the sick, elderly, sad, and to just be blunt all people. Friends and foes alike are deserving of love.

So do I keep caring?

Yes.

Lord willing I will not waver, not for you or anyone else. That's my calling and my best to do so is all my Heavenly Father is asking of me.

This won't be easy, but reader remember that there are millions of people out there in the same situation. And another million who are there who would urge you to continue.

Let's join those million and become the friend we all want to have.