Horders and other random things

So basically my blogspot has just become a place for me to read other people's blogs, which I absolutely love. I am the kind of person who discretely listens to random people's conversations when I'm out to dinner, and pretty much know their life story by the end of the meal. (Kyle would disagree with the discretely part but I'm sticking to my story) My freshman year of college, Kenge and I had a paper thin wall and we could hear ever word that the girl who lived next to us would say when she was on the phone. We basically knew her whole life story without ever introducing ourselves to her, we would awkwardly pass her in the hall wondering if she knew as much about us as we knew about her. I would be sitting on my super high bed, "studying" and find myself paused waiting to hear the end of Celeste's conversation about riding horses or buying a dress for formal. Oh the joys of freshman year, staying up late "studying", failing every one of my firsts tests, what were we thinking Kenge? haha. There was a point to this story...oh yes, I enjoy reading other's blogs much more than writing my own.

Lately I have started many random shows, mostly just for a week then I forget about it among the hundreds of pages I need to read for class and just life in general. One has stuck though, it's a show on A & E called Horders. Hording is a condition where people collect many random things, and won't throw stuff away. They become oddly attached to things that most of us would consider junk and toss without thinking. One of the shows was about a lady who horded food, and that one was pretty insane. There were bugs everywhere, things rotted, and she still ate most of it. I think my inner psychologist that is developing is just completely drawn to the show, not because of the disgusting factor but because I want to know what is going through those people's heads. The cases are very extreme that they feature on the show, but I'm sure most of us know someone with a much milder case. Most of the psychologists who study hording also study OCD making me think there is a connection between the two, which makes sense.

Here's an example of a house of a horder. Basically just stuff everywhere, maybe clothes, food, animals, whatever it may be.

Whatever the case, it is a crazy situation. Just makes me realize how many people in this world are so desperate for true joy that they will cling on to a mass amount of things to try and attain this state. None of these things can ever bring joy, and these stories prove it because the person just keeps buying more and more, and never sees the problem until too late. The only place that true joy can come from is our Father, who gives without ceasing and loves with no end and yet we turn to trash instead. I do it all the time by choosing to sleep in instead of waking up to spend time with my glorious Creator, or by ignoring the pressing call He has placed on my heart because of fear. It's crazy to see how much of a hold material things have on our society and how much trust we place in them.

I've been listening to Phil Wickham's new cd Heaven & Earth just over and over tonight, it has beautiful lyrics and makes me even more in awe of my Savior.

"Have you heard of the One who can calm the raging seas
Give sight to the blind, pull the lame up to their feet
With a love so strong and never let you go
oh you're not alone
You will be safe in His arms
'Cause the hands that hold the world are holding your heart
This is the promise He made
He will be with You always
When everything is falling apart
You will be safe in His arms"
-Safe, Phil Wickham

I would much rather put my trust in Him than in my junk and materials, and that's a continuous truth that I have to remind myself of. I mean the Creator of the sky and the stars holds me in His hands, how amazing is that!