Sunday, February 17, 2008

Here I go again

I am immensely and insanely attacked and attracted by the past by clicking on the history button on my computer and re-entering the sexy articles that I looked at prior-whether by audio or by just looking at them. i can look at them for hours. letting my mind drift far away and not caring for one moment about what is around me. I enjoy watching my organ swell and my mind goes dancing temporarily from the faith that I so strongly hold onto and into this cyberworld of fantasy and deception. I know it is wrong and I confess it to my friend, Ted, but it is very difficult to get away from. If only I could find a release from it;. I will enter things a little more regularly here on the back side of my blog since I am at war with my members. Help me God. Peace m brothers who struggle with this world wide.\\


L.L. Barkat said...

I have been thinking lately about addictions. Partly because I know so many people who are caught up in them, partly because I see the power the internet has to, at a click, make us feel connected to something that isn't as real as the life we have before us.

At their root, I think addictions feed a real need, for joy, for the simple delight of endorphins feeding our brain, for connection, for dreams beyond our ordinary lives.

And for this reason, I think that fighting addictions has less to do with fighting than it does with embracing the real things that can give us joy, give us those necessary endorphins (exercise and even a good diet promise this), and give us meaning beyond or maybe in the ordinary.

Anyway, I find that when I embrace the real it helps me cut loose from the unreal.

Scott R. Davis said...

I agree with your comments, L.L. Barkat, and I thank you for them. Pass along my site to those who may face those addictions and I will try through His grace to bring healing to my life and to the lives of those who suffer as well.

I guess the Burger King culture of have it your way has infiltrated our very life. Typing in stuff in the privacy of home where no one will know what happens. Yet, God who has our hairs numbered on our heads, even knows what I will think or say before I utter it, He will prevail.

Nathan said...

bounced over from Terri's blog . . . this might be helpful:

Blessings to you.