tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380407236179837110.post8985823859087423685..comments2023-11-13T09:01:24.158-05:00Comments on RockyRoer: Thoughts While Husking CornAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09116848601260489841noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380407236179837110.post-66182426630717054762010-07-08T10:02:24.938-04:002010-07-08T10:02:24.938-04:00How is it that God gave me two best friends who ar...How is it that God gave me two best friends who are so similar? :) On Monday night at our softball games, when you were having a really rough time, I told Debbie & Tim I didn't know what to do for you... So I asked D, if that were you out there, what would you want Tim to do for you? <br /><br />I've learned sometimes you just need silent support. If I'm not saying something about your situation, it's not because I'm saying bad things in my head (and adding to the voices you think you hear), it's because I'm giving you space and waiting for you to feel the need to come to me. I won't push into your space before you're ready.Carrie Roerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01154618131320126110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380407236179837110.post-12801802980610149172010-07-05T22:11:40.706-04:002010-07-05T22:11:40.706-04:00I can empathize with you, and though I don't l...I can empathize with you, and though I don't like saying this frequently, I understand where you're coming from. There have been many times in my life where I feel I can't do anything right and so I just give up and do nothing, instead I pick up a book and ignore everything else, including my responsibilities. Often this can get me out of a funk, like your music, but sometimes I finish the book and wish I had ten more. All I hear from people at those times are negatives, even when they're trying to be comforting or uplifting, what I get from it is that they pity me and they think their words can help... I hate the idea of pity and needing help from others. In softball my brother Kenny would often tell me what I was doing wrong and what I needed to do instead, what I heard was "you're imperfect" and it would frustrate me and make me so angry and sad, it would make me want to give up. What was worse was when others would lie to me and say 'good game', that just made me mad and I'd get into a funk.<br /><br />I don't know what will get you out of this funk because I don't know what is causing it. Is it actually something tangible you can deal with, or is it just being depressed? I've found for myself that there are a few things I can do, and none of them can have anything to do with competition, because I'm much too competitive in life. Sometimes I just imagine myself roundhouse kicking the funk in the face multiple times, and my will power is enough to get me to a point where I can figure something else out. Sometimes I need to just take a bath and relax where I don't think of a thing in the world. Sometimes I go for a walk or a run by myself. Sometimes I just have to let it work itself out of me.<br /><br />Know that you're loved, not just by Carrie, but by Tim and me as well. Know that God doesn't care if you can husk corn properly, hit a line drive, pick the perfect songs, or be the perfect husband and father. God sees you as pure and perfect already. In God's eyes you are His, you belong to Him, and nothing you do or say can ever separate you from Him, even if you were trying.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08237161437722824119noreply@blogger.com