Three Words Every Girl Wants to Hear

2:27 PM Gemma Fitz 3 Comments

Quick apologies that I haven't been keeping up with comments and such. My internet has been problematic lately, but I should get around to replying in these next couple days. :)

Let me set something straight for you:

I don't want just anyone and everyone to go around telling me "I love you," all the time. Like, seriously, what? That's just so creepy. There are actually only about three people whom I don't mind saying this to me besides my parents, and, let's face it, I only tolerate my parents saying it to me because, well, they're my parents.

What's more, I'm fairly certain there's at least a few other girls out there who share my view on this-- which means "I love you" are not, after all, the three words every girl wants to hear.

"But, Gemma!" you cry. "What can I say to my best-friend/girlfriend/sister/mother/random-girl-at-the-mall to make her day?"

Have no fear. I'm here to help.

Three Words Every Girl Actually Wants to Hear

"Have some chocolate."
The answer to life, the universe, and everything.

"I'll leave now."
Sometimes we need our alone time-- without idiots invading our space.

"Let's watch Avengers."
"Who's your favourite character?"
"No more dieting."
"You don't need it, anyway."

"Here's fifty bucks."
She's worth it, isn't she?

"I am Baymax."
"Your personal healthcare companion."

"I was wrong."
Aren't you always?
"You were right."
We learn to rejoice in these little victories.

"Bowties are cool."
As are fezes.

"You're a wizard."
"..Harry."
"Who da man?!"
"I'm never saying that again."

"I am Sherlocked."
Isn't everyone?

"The family business."
"Saving people. Hunting things."
"Don't be lasagna."
Do go eat some, though.

"On your left."
Don't you dare say it!

"Use the Force."
If only we could...
"Fandoms took over."
Yeah, so-- sorry about that.

What are three words you'd like to hear more often?

3 comments:

I adore comments! Just keep it clean and respectful...please no profanity and while I respect people's opinions and love a good argument, simply bashing my post is obviously not appreciated. :)

Authorisation Required

7:44 AM Gemma Fitz 4 Comments

Sometimes I just feel like I need permission. And more than just permission-- more like a top level security clearance or a badge I can flash at people to assert the fact that, yes, I do actually know what I'm talking about and y'all better listen up.
Basically, a psychic paper might be nice.
I won't really be an extrovert until everyone recognizes me as one. I won't really be a writer until I have a published novel to point people to. I won't really count as mentally ill until I have a diagnosis from a doctor to tell me so.

I told y'all I was going to start talking about mental illness, didn't I?

Well, to be entirely honest, I've been rethinking that decision lately. After all, what do I really know about depression or anxiety or any of that stuff? Sure, I've been through some tough times, but to call it anything more than that is just being overly dramatic. Nobody else seems to notice anything wrong with me. So what can I have to say to or about those who struggle with the real thing? I shouldn't even be trying.

Actually, I don't even want to talk about this stuff. I'd rather keep being the bubbly, happy-go-lucky Gem everyone knows and hopefully loves. I want to keep my eyes closed and my mind numb and somehow forget the suffering going on all around me. But in the back of my mind, in the depths of my heart, there's a voice that whispers and echoes and gradually grows louder and louder until I can't tune it out any longer. And he says, "As the Father has sent me, even so am I sending you. Go therefore and make disciples."

I try to argue. "You've got the wrong girl. I'll only mess it up for you. No one authorised me to do this stuff. No one prepared me to help people this way. I don't have anything useful to say." But I've got it wrong. I have been authorised. Jesus has called me to labour for his kingdom, and that's all the authorisation I'll ever require.

It's everywhere. I can't get away from it. It's in between the lines in pop culture. It's in the stray hints and vague mentions all over the internet. It's in the voices of those I love, and it's in my own heart. There's just so much pain it's overwhelming.

But there's just so much hope it's unbelievable.

Recently, several young ladies stepped out in faith and started a blog dedicated to encouraging Christians struggling with mental illness. On the way to church this Sunday, the Christian radio station was discussing the attitude the church at large has towards mental illness and the love Jesus has for those who struggle. Over the past few months, God has showed up again and again in my own struggle with depression and anxiety in ways that are nothing short of miraculous. I can see God moving. I know he is doing something spectacular.

And I believe he wants to use me.

The other day I was talking to a very close friend whom I've known for awhile, and, for the first time, she told me about her brother's ongoing battle with depression and anxiety. As she briefly described his condition and everything she is feeling as she watches him go through this, it hit me all over again. Just how many people feel what I feel. Just how many people need help like I need help. And I found the tears welling up as the voice echoed once again, "Go therefore and make disciples."

I've been fighting and fighting. I've been too scared to go. I've kept my mouth shut because I'm terrified if I open it I'll only say the wrong thing. I've been paralysed by the fear that I don't count. That I'm not authorised to do this.

But I hear a whisper I can't ignore. A command that demands just one reply:

"Here I am! Send me."


What is something God has called you to do at some point? 

4 comments:

I adore comments! Just keep it clean and respectful...please no profanity and while I respect people's opinions and love a good argument, simply bashing my post is obviously not appreciated. :)