Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Late night thoughts

2:25am | Usually at this hour of the night, people get into what many folks my age call, "The Feels". It's almost as though it's a twilight zone for our emotions. We harbor them throughout the day, keeping them in line and sticking them in the farthest cubby in our brain until we are just forced to look our feelings dead-straight in the eye because the thin string holding them all together simply snaps because there's just too much to handle. I wish people my age, or even people in general would understand what the effect of bottling up our emotions does to us. I loathe seeing so many people complain to the world on social media (ps: I've totally done my fair share) about how their crush doesn't reciprocate the feelings, family issues, or anything of that sort. Why must we be so closed up and unwilling to talk to others but the second we are offered an outlet such as twitter to go on a 'less than a 140-character' rant we do? What good does it bring us? How does it help the situation? In my own eyes, all I see it doing is bringing attention from un-needed sources. From my own past experience, I understand an emotional twitter rant does nothing but annoy others, get you in "twitter jail", and give you the appearance of a 'party-of-one pity party.' Why be known as THAT person...? So still, why don't we turn to others? Or God? Even now, I'm complaining to an un-needed media source. Whatever the reasoning, I hope soon my generation understands the importance of expressing emotion and talking to others about hardships. Day or night, you have someone waiting on your call hands and feet, with boundless, unconditional love. God. Our Father is always attentive to our emotions and he is here with us through the trouble seasons. 

| Hebrews 11:1 | 

Don't stress or worry. I promise this shall pass for I have your path marked out for you. Trust in me, and find refuge in my unconditional love because only there, will this trouble season pass. You are stronger than you allow yourself to be, and with our hands molded together, your strength shall be never ending just like my love for you, my child.

| Psalm 37:10-11 |

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