Ahh…reality tv. Anyone who’s had enough, say, “Aye! Aye, aye, aye!!! Arrrrrriba!! Andole!” Got carried away. I love the Spanish language with a passion and I have vowed to learn more of it this year. Ok, off topic. That’s what happens when you combine CFS and ADD. As I sat in my thoroughly-worn recliner flipping through channels, I find myself in the world of a 16 year old girl who’s pregnant. She thinks it’s not going to be that hard to raise a child. Next. A grown “man” has attached wings to his four-wheeler before sailing down a home made ramp. He kisses his mom, saying, “If anything happens, at least he went doing something he loved.” Next. A beautiful middle-aged woman living in CA contemplates why her “friends” stab her in the back and constantly talk about her because she’s the only one who has a job. The women who laugh at her have spent literally tens of thousands of dollars for their “plastic” bodies. Is it a surprise that women with fake body parts would be anything less than sincere to your face?Next. A has-been rock star stares at the floor as he contemplates who could’ve “caused” his drug and alcohol problem. His mother sits, crying, as she prays just one more time for his recovery.
Life is too short to spend time: kicking yourself for where you are, taking stupid risks because you think life is a game, depressed because your friends aren’t who they said they were, or determining where your parents screwed up. It’s not even about us. It’s about Jesus. His character. His strength. His love. All of these things He showed here on earth. That should be our focus. Not why we turned out the way we did or risking our lives to figure out why God didn’t give us wings. God fixes all of our glitches. Anything sour, ugly, hurting, foul, unholy, proud. He fixes it. We just have to finally do one thing: look to Him to do it. Sounds simple, right?