Good Reads

When I was deployed to Kuwait, I took a book on CD with me.  MP3 players weren't popular yet, and I was worried about scratching up my CD's with all of that sand, but Talmage came through with his book "Jesus the Christ."

I remember walking around on guard duty a few days or maybe a week before the invasion of Iraq.  I was listening to the eloquent words through my headpnones.  And I heard one of the most profound statements on Prayer that I have ever heard or read. 

I've picked up the book recently and last night I made it to the same chapter.

I'll share my favorite part now.

"It is well to know that prayer is not compounded of words, words that may fail to express what one desires to say, words that so often cloak inconsistenceis, words that may have no deeper source that the physical organs of speech, words that may be spoken to impress mortal ears.  The dumb may pray, and that too with the eloquence that prevails in heaven.  Prayer is made up of heart throbs and the righteous yearnings of the soul, of supplication based on the realization of need, of contrition and pure desire."

It is just as beautiful today as it was nine years ago.

Bodily Functions

A couple weeks ago I was talking with another one of my friends who has PTSD.  

We have both lived with family, and we were discussing what it is like to have PTSD and be around other people, weather it be family or friends....or even just the public at large. 

And you know what came to my mind?

Now brace yourself because I thought it was the perfect way to describe it.    

It's kind of like having diarrhea.  

You're wearing tight white pants and you're around all of these people who you feel like they are looking at you....judging you.

You feel the rumble in your guts and you know there is no where to turn or run.

You're doing your best to let you're good side show so that they don't see your PTSD freak out.

When all of a sudden...

You've got to sneeze!