The most extreme fear response is called the “fight or flight syndrome.” This is when our adrenal glands produce adrenaline and our physical reactions change. These physical symptoms include cold, sweaty or shaky hands, rapid heart beat, shallow breathing, disorientation, misperception of time, upset stomach, dry mouth, memory lapse and others.
rapid heart beat - check
shallow breathing - check
upset stomach - check
dry mouth - check
shaky hands - check
whoas.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. 1Jn 4:18
indeed, fear has torment. how often have i been tormented. wherein is love made perfect?
God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. 1Jn 4:17b
stubbornness. woe unto me!
Fear not; I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. Isa 41:10
Thursday, April 30, 2009 @ stress=extreme fear?
Friday, April 24, 2009 @ cool art
Thursday, April 16, 2009 @ an accidental makeover
i just cut my hair yesterday and am getting new specs next wk.
my hair is now above my shoulders and my new specs will be purple. try to imagine!
aiii. i thought my specs would last through this last year in melbourne. it's giving up just when i'm rushing like 4 assignments over this easter break and decided to cut my hair and quit my job. somehow something has to happen each year.
1 down, 3 to go. i'm in this i couldn't care less anymore mood.
my hair is now above my shoulders and my new specs will be purple. try to imagine!
aiii. i thought my specs would last through this last year in melbourne. it's giving up just when i'm rushing like 4 assignments over this easter break and decided to cut my hair and quit my job. somehow something has to happen each year.
1 down, 3 to go. i'm in this i couldn't care less anymore mood.
Monday, April 6, 2009 @
A snob is an inferior person with a superiority complex.
People who run down others are taking a roundabout way of praising themselves.
The trouble with the self-made man is that he worships the creator.
The egotist is always someone who is me-deep in conversation.
Some folks try to push themselves forward by patting themselves on the back.
People who sing their own praises do so without accompaniment.
It is the nature of God that He makes something out of nothing. Consequently, if someone is but nothing, God can make something out of him. Men make something into something else. But this is vain and useless work.
Thus God accepts no one except the abandoned, makes no one healthy except the sick, gives no one sight except the blind, brings no one to life except the dead, makes no one pious except sinners, makes no one wise except the foolish, and in short, has mercy upon no one except the wretched, and gives no one grace except those who have not grace.
Consequently, no proud person can become holy, wise or righteous, become the material with which God works, or have God’s work in him, but he remains in his own works and makes a fabricated, false and simulated saint out of himself, that is a hypocrite.
– Martin Luther
A newly-elected politician was visiting Washington DC to get aquainted. He was visiting in the home of one of the ranking senators who was trying to interpret the bizarre wonder of the capitol.
As they stood looking out over the Potomac River, an old deteriorating log floated by in view of the river. The old-timer said: “This city is like that log out there.”
The fledgling politician asked: “How’s that?”
The senator came back: “Well there are probably more than 100,000 grubs, ants, bugs and critters on that old log as it floats down the river. And I imagine every one of them thinks that he’s steering it.”
People who run down others are taking a roundabout way of praising themselves.
The trouble with the self-made man is that he worships the creator.
The egotist is always someone who is me-deep in conversation.
Some folks try to push themselves forward by patting themselves on the back.
People who sing their own praises do so without accompaniment.
It is the nature of God that He makes something out of nothing. Consequently, if someone is but nothing, God can make something out of him. Men make something into something else. But this is vain and useless work.
Thus God accepts no one except the abandoned, makes no one healthy except the sick, gives no one sight except the blind, brings no one to life except the dead, makes no one pious except sinners, makes no one wise except the foolish, and in short, has mercy upon no one except the wretched, and gives no one grace except those who have not grace.
Consequently, no proud person can become holy, wise or righteous, become the material with which God works, or have God’s work in him, but he remains in his own works and makes a fabricated, false and simulated saint out of himself, that is a hypocrite.
– Martin Luther
A newly-elected politician was visiting Washington DC to get aquainted. He was visiting in the home of one of the ranking senators who was trying to interpret the bizarre wonder of the capitol.
As they stood looking out over the Potomac River, an old deteriorating log floated by in view of the river. The old-timer said: “This city is like that log out there.”
The fledgling politician asked: “How’s that?”
The senator came back: “Well there are probably more than 100,000 grubs, ants, bugs and critters on that old log as it floats down the river. And I imagine every one of them thinks that he’s steering it.”
Friday, April 3, 2009 @
the whirring of the fan.
the familiar song playing on the little radio.
the newspaper is flipped.
a settled airiness, the presence.
it never fails to soothe me to sleep.
it is blessed to be a daughter.
let my home be anywhere in your arms.
no longer striving, wrestling,
but resting, leaning.
satisfied.
the familiar song playing on the little radio.
the newspaper is flipped.
a settled airiness, the presence.
it never fails to soothe me to sleep.
it is blessed to be a daughter.
let my home be anywhere in your arms.
no longer striving, wrestling,
but resting, leaning.
satisfied.