Saw that this old thread was bumped, so I thought I'd chime in again too.
I appreciated some of these posts.
Maybe I'm just in the mood to chat tonite, but I thought I'd just share a bit more about
that quick-sand that could swallow any one of us ... if we kept our eyes on ourselves.
I'm 53, or will be in a few days and I'm living in my 7th home.
My first home ended when I was 2 months old. I've gone from one different home to another until this 7th one.
Not one of these 7 was a place that I was wanted or loved.
I don't know what it's like to live somewhere that I was or would be wanted there or loved. I have no idea what a happy home is. And because I'm now physically disabled and all hope is cut off of me supporting myself and living alone with just my cats, I'll never be able to escape having to live with someone who doesn't love or want me.
BUT, I have faith (Jack
in the One Who died for me and I have what He taught me only.
To live for others and to keep my eyes off of me and just realize that He loves me and that in this world that is really all that matters ... and one day HE will hold me in His Arms and I'll never be in pain or cry ever again.
In the meantime ... I love to laugh, because He's given me a joy that nothing else on earth can give and I love to take care of people and animals (James
and I don't need to look at myself anymore, because whenever I'm tempted to, I see the people who got hit by the Tsunami or Katrina or the earthquake in Pakistan, or the children with cancer in the Hospital, etc. etc. etc., and I just thank God for the little I have and want to just pray for those folks and all the horribly sick folks just on this one big forum alone.
I can't obsess about
me when I still can pray for them. My "self-worth" only came when I saw someone hanging on a cross because He felt we were "worth" it. And He never thought about
Himself. I don't need anything else anymore, I'm happy and refuse to go down in that quicksand or blackhole over myself ... not when folks are living in tents in the middle of winter with nothing but hopes of some food being delivered to them 'someday' and with no medical aid at all
. A grateful heart can save the worst days.