Many Christians, especially those here in the U.S. need to wake up to the world around them. We in this country have lived with relative peace for a long time. Those days of peace appear to be ending.
I saw the ad for this is the Family Christian catalog I received in the mail this week. I haven’t done much with it yet but it looks awesome.
I downloaded the app for my phone and tablet and they have a really good look. I’m always looking for new things that will enhance my walk with God. Probably more than that, I’m always looking for new ways to remind myself to walk a better walk with God.
Have you tried it? Tell me your thoughts.
I’ve wondered for the last 2 years or so why PTSD hit me several years after any traumatic events happened? I have a long history of events that go back to childhood and extend through my Army and Police careers. So, why did it come home to roost years after I left all of those situations behind? Was it lying dormant, just waiting for the right moment to attack? Did something change in my brain that suddenly brought it about?
Here’s my non-doctor guess. This comes from my own trial and error to find things to help myself. Yes, I have gone to a counselor and continue to go to a doctor for care. The counseling helped, the doc does as well. But something is still missing.
So, here’s what I may have stumbled upon. I can say that I’ve felt the urge to yell for pretty much my whole PTSD experience. I didn’t know why and until now I’ve avoided that. I’ve avoided it for several reasons. First, it didn’t make sense. Second, where do I yell that I don’t disturb the whole house and the neighbors too. Third, I didn’t want to release some weird anger that I didn’t know how to handle.
After some brain storming of my past, especially my Army and Police times, I realized that many of the anxiety issues that go with PTSD were there. The thing is that anxiety really never had a chance to grow because there was always an outlet. I was never violent and still am not. My outlet was through yelling. Anyone who’s been in the military knows that yelling is a way of life. When you’re used to yelling and hearing it, you just don’t notice it after a while. But, I’ve been away from both of those careers for several years now. It may not surprise you that random yelling at the grocery store is not appreciated.
Anyways, after some serious self monitoring I’ve noticed that the urge to yell often comes before a full panic attack. And, as I said, I have always squashed that urge fearing it would lead to something else. I really can’t say what I thought would happen. It just didn’t seem like the thing to do. So, to do with the panic attack, I either have to ride it out or take medicine to stop it. If I take the meds to stop it it’s often just a delay and not a stop. But, taking the emergency medicine does provide temporary relief to my emotions.
So today I started having yet another panic attack while at the grocery store. I have a theory on why the store causes this, but that for another post. I recognized the beginning symptoms, so I finished up with what I needed and headed home. Today I tried something new though. I grabbed a pillow, put it over my face and gave in to the urge to yell and growl. To my somewhat surprise and relief it did not lead to a more intense episode. Instead, I felt much calmer afterward. In fact I was very calm. In fact in fact, I’m writing this post only a few moments after I did some good pillow yelling.
It will be difficult for me to describe the feeling, but it was an emotional release. Kind of like the steam valve on a pressure cooker. All at once the stress build up was gone. My thoughts were back to normal and my emotions were back in check. Everything was back to being appropriate for the situation I was in, which was no situation at all. Nothing was going on.
I’m going to give this some more research and experimenting. But, I can say based on looking at my past that this may be the key that I was missing.
If any of you have read any of my other blog posts, you know that I deal with complex PTSD. I won’t go into all of the struggles that come with it, you can read some of those on other posts. I will say that I’ve been out of work because of it for quite a while. I’ve spent many days asking God why? I’ve also spent a lot of time wondering if I’ll be able to work again and how. Who would hire someone who has this medical issue to work around. After all, it’s a condition that sometimes makes it next to impossible for me to convince myself to even leave my house. Depending on the day’s severity, I may have trouble remembering what I did 5 minutes ago.
I must say though that over time I have learned many new tricks to compensate for the changes PTSD has caused. You can equate it to someone loosing their legs and then learning new ways to move around. I keep learning these new ways of compensation and will probably continue to do so.
So, now to the true point of this post. I had started to resign myself to an unemployed existence. Although, my wife and I have continued to pray for a miracle of some sort. We’ve prayed continuously that He would take care of us, however that may be.
And now the miracle. A couple of weeks ago, Jodi(my wife) and I decided to drive up to north Georgia. We had no particular destination in mind. It was just another Saturday and we were board. As we were going I saw a sporting goods store in Jasper and we decided to stop in just to kill some time. While there we ran into the Compton’s. We knew of them, but didn’t know them well. Jodi and Beth started talking and find out that they needed a project manager in their company and I have done the job before.
In short order I met with Ken and Beth, took a personality test to see if I was a good fit for the job and found out that I was a great fit for what they needed. So, an unplanned trip to an out of the way place lead to a job. Neither of us could have guessed that God would answer our prayer in this way. In fact, it’s a set of circumstances that we couldn’t have orchestrated if we tried. There were/are too many parts and pieces that needed to come together in a perfect way for it all to work out. That is something that only God could do.
To be completely transparent, I’m not sure exactly how it all happened. God was working too many pieces for me to even attempt to grasp it all. In the end it’s not my job to understand it all. My job is to trust Him and move through the doors He opens and stop trying to open doors that He has closed.
No matter what someone tries to tell you or how you feel, God has not left you. He will also never leave you. This is not prosperity gospel by any stretch of the imagination. We had to go through some very dark times to get to today and there will be more of those ahead. But, if you and I keep our hope and faith in the God of the universe then we can see the dark times as nothing more than a training ground. We can also rest peacefully in the fact that God also has bright and awesome blessings waiting for each and every one of His children.
It’s hard for me to end this post because I don’t feel that I’ve adequately conveyed the miracle that He did. I think I would have to chronicle most of the last 2 or 3 years for you to get that picture. But, you don’t have the time to read all of that and I’ve got work to do.
I was born with two vertabrae in my lower lumber that are fused together. I then went into the army at age 20 and quickly turned that birth defect into a full fledged back injury. One vertebra was cracked and a couple of disks were herniated. Unfortunately, I could never get the army docs to do anything more than give me pain meds and muscle relaxers. These just alleviated the pain for a short time.
So, fast forward twenty some years and now I have to be very careful with my back. I do all that I can to keep it under control. Concealed carry presents some unique problems for a damaged back. I’ve tried various carry methods and have found that way that works best for me. So, I thought I would share my experience with you. I would like to hear your tips as well.
First, pants that fit just right or snuggly are a no-go for me. A belt is out of the question. The pressure that is created by right sized pants or a belt is quickly unbearable for me. The pain starts in my back and hips and then will quickly extend into my legs. Given enough time the pain will go up into my shoulders as well. Not fun.
So, with no belt it becomes a challenge to wear a waste that is loose enough and still carry. Joe Q Public doesn’t like the presence of a gun. He/she definitely doesn’t like a guy with a gun and his pants at his ankles.
One of the best carry methods for me is loose fitting waist with suspenders. This keeps all of the pressure off of my back and transfers the weight to my shoulders instead. If the pants are accommodating enough I can go with an IWB holster. Something like those made by Alien Gear Holsters are my favorites for this because they spread the weight over a larger area. This tends to reduce or prevent pain at one point.
The other method that I’ll go with is an OWB holster like the Serpa’s. I use my Serpa with the waste band attachment rather than the belt. Again, it tends to spread the weight of the pistol over a larger area, instead of just one spot on a belt.
I’ve tried an ankle holster and it works for a very short amount of time. Then it becomes an issue of uneven weight on my body. I tend to avoid this method if possible. I’ve wanted to try a shoulder holster, but they are typically a little more costly and I don’t want to spend money on something that may not work. I’ve already spent enough money on holsters over a few years that I could have used the money to buy a whole new gun.
What carry methods have you found to be the most comfortable for an extended period of time? Does anyone have any experience with a belly band holster?
- What is the Best Concealed Carry Holster? (briancansurvive.wordpress.com)
- Gear Review: MOLLE Multi Holsters (guns.com)
I’m sure all of us have been through training of some kind. Standard education, physical training, self defense training, firearms training, job training, etc. We’ve all been through some type of it. We study, we take a test and hopefully pass it and then believe that we’re now ready for whatever.
But there’s a missing component to all training. Experience. Experience is arguably one of life’s greatest teachers. This is because it is nearly impossible to recreate a real life experience in a training environment. We can come close, but can never truly match it. Life does not fit into a training curriculum. It’s unwieldy, and uncooperative. When you know for sure that it will go left, it goes right.
Please understand that I’m a staunch supporter of training. It’s the only thing any of us can do to try and prepare. These same points hold true in our relationship with God. No where in the Bible does God say “follow me and life will be a piece of cake”. Quite the opposite is said over and over. “Follow me and the world is going to do all it can to take you down”. It’s good versus evil, it’s a war.
The idea for this post came from my reading in the Psalms this morning. I was struck again at how David, described as a man after God’s own heart, was always going to God with petition and praise. He didn’t get with God and then the road suddenly became straight and easy. No, he partnered with God and all hell broke loose. He seemed to be constantly fighting with one enemy or another. Sometimes external and sometimes internal, but he was always in the fray.
Some would read the Psalms and think at first glance that God kept leaving David in a mess. But what we need to understand is that we are at war. A war of good versus evil. There’s no way around it or out of it. A person can choose to not fight, but that’s the extent of our individual choice. We will be attacked whether we like it or not.
Many today proclaim that they strive to live in peace with everyone and everything. It’s a great platitude, but unrealistic. Let’s imagine something for a moment. Imagine you’re standing in the middle of a battle field. Bullets are flying, bombs are exploding, yells, screams, smoke, and soldiers running and fighting. Now imagine that you decide that your not going to get involved, after all you live for peace. So you sit or stand idly in the middle of the malay. How long do you think you’ll last? Do you believe that because you have chosen to create your own one person peaceful protest that you’ll be unaffected by the war?
I hope not. Because if a person did this they would last a few seconds at best. Those that are actively involved in the battle at hand don’t have the time to try to fight around you because you’re peaceful. They’re going to have to go through you, and they will.
Here’s the bottom line for all Christians: YOU DO NOT have a choice. You’re going to be on the battle field whether you like it or not. You can’t escape it because it’s where you live. No amount of peace symbols are lovely platitudes are going to protect you from it. It may not sound fair, but God did not promise that if you followed Him that all of life would be fair. But, the good news is you still have a choice. God always gives you a choice. You can live a pointless, at peace with everyone existence or you can get off the pew and fight for the lost.
Disaster or emergency preparedness is nothing new. FEMA has had guidelines on their website for a few years now on how to handle various emergencies. Most anyone who was in the military and did any deploying can tell you that there is an art to being prepared at any time for anything. All of my military time was spent with bags packed in a specific way in a specific order. And yes they were used. This list is not a long term packing list. It’s a “I’m suddenly caught in a crap storm and I need to get to base list”.
So, I got serious about making up a couple of new ‘go’ or ‘get home’ bags today. One for me and one for my wife. I used two decent backpacks that we already had. They are not from the Hike, Camp, Fish, Kill a Dinosaur store. They are from our closet. Anyone can create some extra piece of mind by providing yourself with some items to stay prepared. And most people have a majority of the needed items already at home.
I’m absolutely positive that you will see some items on the list that you would never take anywhere, and you’ll see some things missing that you believe I will be dead in a day without. That’s cool. If my pack fails me and you find me dead, you have my permission to eat me. Also note that your packing list may very depending on your location and specific needs. You may also want to adjust some of the payload based on the time of year you are in. This is especially true is money is an issue. So here’s my list: Enjoy.
Sometimes God has us live in a desert. Not a literal desert, although that happens too I guess. What a mean is a desert of no direction. There are times when everything seems to stop and you find yourself stuck where you are. Most of us will typically try to remove ourselves from this place, usually with no success. We live in one of those mazes where you open a door, go through and then suddenly realize that you’re in the same place you started. A lot of energy has been expended with no forward progress.
It’s hard to know what to do in these places. Human beings by nature do not like to be trapped. We want to be able to move freely and follow our instincts. The problem is that our instincts can often be misleading. No matter what we think we know, we can’t see the whole picture. We are quite literally blind to anything the future holds.
Then there’s the fact that we usually have a hard time believing that God has not abandoned us for whatever reason when we can’t find a way out of a tough place. We pray and pray, quite often for a specific answer. Assuming all along that we know exactly what the right answer is even though we don’t know what will happen even 1 minute into the future. It’s a very arrogant mind that we all have at times.
Every Christian is very lucky, blessed beyond measure, that we have a Father who will often refuse to let us out of the desert until the time is right. I’ve been in a desert of sorts for 2 or 3 years now. I’ve tried unsuccessfully to escape on several occasions. I failed each time. God allowed me to try, but then He lead me right back to the desert, gave me what I needed to survive and then went on His merry way. Leaving me to pout and sulk like a spoiled brat for a while. Then in time I would gather myself and attempt my next grand escape only to be sat back in the desert again. Eventually I stopped fighting so hard to escape and relinquished myself to His will. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some sort of super Christian. I stilled whined and complained at times, but that was less often, much less often. At some point I resigned myself to His will and not my own.
Only then did He open some doors and show me the way and time that was right. So, as of this writing I’m slowly and tentatively taking baby steps out of the desert. Praying with each step. Practicing what I’ve learned about patience and dependence on Him. I spent most of my desert time with no job. No way to earn any money no matter what I tried. Then suddenly, in the span of a week opportunities suddenly come.
I’m approaching each of these possible opportunities with the knowledge that these are gifts from God and He is in control of my path. I am hopeful that now I can finally leave the desert behind, at least for a while. I’m amazed again at God’s goodness, love, concern and care for me.
I have a pretty good people radar. It’s probably from years of experience as a cop. Sometimes I’m a little off on my initial feelings, but not by much.
I’ll find person to be kind, afraid, angry, mean spirited, violent, arrogant, shy, etc. Kind of the usual personal attributes. None of these really surprise me or cause any kind of discomfort. I guess I’m just used to it.
But, there is one person in the lime light right now that really sets off all of my alarms. She gives me a very uneasy feeling. I feel that she truly would kill to gain the advantage or get what she wanted. She seems to have no issue with lies. No qualms with doing whatever is in her best interest, or at least the best interest of her agenda.
She is one that truly causes fear for me of what she is willing to do. Every time Nancy Pelosi is on the news speaking I get this sick feeling. It really doesn’t matter what her words are. It’s something on the inside. I truly hope that
- Vatican: Deny Communion For Nancy Pelosi. Recommends Exorcism for Evil Spirt & Possessed Face. (gopthedailydose.com)
In talking about the signs of the end, Matthew 24:12 talks about the hearts of men growing colder. I’ve always interpreted this to mean that people will become more and more violent. I think it’s pretty evident that this is and has been happening.
But, I’m starting to believe that this is about more than just violent behavior. My wife and I went out for lunch today. Then made the trip back home. As a former cop, I tend to notice many things in my surroundings that some may ignore. I’m always observing what’s going on.
What I see on the road, in a store, at a restaurant and even at church is a general isolation of one from another. Many people are simply so self absorbed that they don’t see anyone or anything else. They have become the center of their own universe. Their hearts have grown cold to those around them.
Think this scenario through for a moment. A man, intent on killing, walks into a crowded place, completely unnoticed and opens fire on a crowd. In some cases someone has walked into a crowded space with a knife or sword and began killing. Have you thought about how it is that someone can walk into a crowd and start killing with no one noticing beforehand that something out of the norm was happening? (before you argue this point, I know that there are some instances where there has been no chance to react. But not all events have been this way.)
I’ve thought for a while that I was constantly being cut off in traffic because people were being asses. That may be the case sometimes, but I now believe that more often than not those people don’t even know I’m there. They don’t know that anyone but them is even on the road, in the store, etc.
I think this is a part of the coldness that has infiltrated the hearts of men. A coldness that leads to an amazing level of blindness. I wish I could suggest an answer to this problem, but this one is way above my pay grade. This is an issue only God can handle. Are we nearing the end? Nearing the return of Christ? I’ll answer this question in two ways. First, I hope so because I’m ready to go home, my true home. Second, I’m afraid we are and I don’t know how to reach the lost before it’s too late.
What do you think? Have things changed or is the world running along as it always has.