Immunity

So, we know I’m a party animal. It’s my Friday and I’m in bed checking out YouTube. My suggested videos usually consist of How to Make Texas Hair Bigger (my words 🙄), or HIIT Workouts on One Leg, or the latest political disasters, or if I’m really lucky, my boyfriend, Trey Gowdy is giving an interview, you get the gist. In the middle of all my silly suggested videos, I see Social Anxiety, a Navel SEAL. I know who the guy is, a true badass, but that’s all I know. I tap the preview. You’re kidding, right? No. No kidding. 

As a believer, I know the enemy wants us to feel as if we are the only one with a particular issue whether it’s anxiety, depression, fear, whatever, because if he gets us to believe the lies, we become weaker and weaker, eventually giving up, quitting, or at the very least, existing only. 

One of my military friends, the Ranger, alpha capital A, doesn’t like crowds. When Kyle Field at Texas A&M was remodeled, he eventually went to midnight yell. He sat as high as he could go, calculating how long it would take to empty a full house. He wanted to see the new stadium, and, he told me, that was enough. He doesn’t want to go back, do it again. Do you see what I’m getting at here? He’s not weak, by a long shot. He’s incredibly intelligent, strong mind, and hard body, physically fit. I never felt more safe than when I was with him. And he’s human. 

Our humanity, strength AND frailty, bring us together. Never buy the lie that you are alone or the only one, you are not. 

This video took my breath away, it’s good. It’s raw too, so if a little cursing bothers you, you may want to find another video. How many men feel as Shawn feels? How many women? I bet he had no idea women could relate. Good stuff. 

Superman and kryptonite. 

(One more thing...no answer IS an answer. Don’t let anyone pressure you into replying to nonsense. A look, a dead serious look, no words, IS an answer.)