Believe it or not, when I was in high school I played two sports. The first was softball and I played at second base. The second was cheerleading and I was the captain during my senior year. Blah blah blah, people say cheer isn't a sport, but I beg to differ. I remember one basketball game in particular we were playing a rival and the score was neck and neck. The opposing team had a player that kept making dirty moves and getting away with them. Our school was fired up, we were all cheering, and on the inside, I was plotting. After our team won, the crowd went crazy and tons of people ran onto the court. I'm not sure what came over me, but I found that 6ft something guy, walked up to him, and shoved him down to the floor. I think the only reason he fell down was out of pure shock that this obnoxious cheerleader just took him out. I told him he was a turd and walked away. real mature, huh?
I got totally caught up in my emotions. It's so easy. Here I am 13-15 years later and I still get caught up in my emotions. Just now it looks more like this: Will I be a good wife? Will I be able to protect my kids from this world? Will all my family be in heaven? Should we buy a different house?, Should we move to another country? Do I really think Jesus is enough and is He really good? And the list goes on. Ps: all the English majors, let go of all the mistakes in the previous sentences. Recently, I listened to this podcast by Matt Chandler.http://www.thevillagechurch.net/sermon/sanctification-examining-fear-and-anxiety
It was seriously encouraging. Just living in the Now. Being honest with
God and the Holy Spirit. So, I thought I would pass it along in case anyone
else needed to hear it.And, just in case anyone wants to feel good about
themselves, here is a picture
of me as a cheerleader...