The O.C.D. : “Obsessive Compulsive Dad”

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O.C.D.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder – is a condition wherein a person experiences anxiety that gives him/her feelings, thoughts, sensations (obsessions) and makes the person commit certain actions repetitively.

Do you know that God is diagnosed with this?

You think it’s a crazy idea? Do you think that this condition is not normal? Well…not really… only …supernatural!

On one Sunday sermon, the speaker described God as a “crazy God”…an “obsessed God”, others laughed. Why? Sounds like a crazy idea? It is not, it is a fact. In fact, it is the truth! Who else like GOD, the Creator, the Father? Who else can do what He has done?

He created us into His likeness to be His children. You and me are His creations. This gives GOD the full right of ownership over those He created. He owns us…but not only once when he made us. He owned us twice!

He created us… but then He also purchased us…He paid for us, his creations so that he can have us called His own…His and His alone.

God already has ownership over us when He formed us, His creations, but then He also paid for us when His only Son Jesus died on the cross to redeem people from sin, the one who stole His precious creations from Him.

From death and sin Jesus redeemed us. He took that penalty to save us and make us worthy of Him.

God signed His personal signature, His identity on you and me, His masterpiece, when He formed us. After that, He signed that signature again through the blood of His Son Jesus Christ when he redeemed us from sin and death, … now tell me, isn’t that obsessive?

It is my friend! Don’t deny it… there’s a God so loving and so passionate about you… HE’S CRAZY OVER YOU…! HE’S OBSESSED ABOUT YOU!

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The LORD is telling you my friend…
“…YOU ARE MINE, MY CHILD…I AM YOUR FATHER… I DELIGHT ON YOU MY PRECIOUS CREATION, THE VERY PURPOSE ON WHICH I HAVE FOR YOU…WHY I MADE YOU AFTER MY OWN IMAGE…YOU ARE MINE… NO ONE CAN TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME, MY BELOVED POSSESSION…I’M CRAZY ABOUT YOU… I OWN YOU… OH, WAIT… I THINK I REALLY CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU …RIGHT..! I’LL PUT A PRICE ON YOU… ON WHICH ONLY I COULD PAY…SO? HOW MUCH WOULD YOU COST..? OH, YES! I’LL PAY A HIGH PRICE FOR YOU… YOU ARE WORTH OF MY ONE AND ONLY SON JESUS’ LIFE…YOU ARE WORTH THE BLOOD HE WOULD SPILL… DON’T YOU SEE..?I’M OBSESSED WITH YOU! I NEED TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE REALLY, REALLY MINE… SO THIS CRIMSON BLOOD WOULD COVER YOU… IT WILL NEVER EVER BE WASHED OUT FROM YOU…IT WILL SAVE YOU FROM ALL SINS… IT WOULD WASH AWAY ALL YOUR FLAWS…NOW YOU’RE PERFECT! YOU TRULY BELONG WITH ME NOW…I CAN SEE JESUS’ BLOOD ON YOU … WELL… THAT’S YOUR NEW IDENTITY! I CREATED YOU..! I REDEEMED YOU! SO YOU ARE REALLY REALLY MINE..! NOW… PLEASE… WILL YOU SAY IT TO ME TOO, THAT… “I’M YOURS…”

HELLO MY FRIEND!…I hope you enjoyed reading this…!

If by any chance you realized that you need this kind of obsessive love… well, it is not an accident that you read this note. Because of His love we can turn form our old ways and turn to Him.

Are you ready?

You can really experience our Father’s love, just the kind of love you truly need… just believe and have faith. This is the cry of God. He is so obsessed to let you know how much He loves you.

He wants you to know you have been redeemed, and there’s no way He would let you be separated from Him again. That you are redeemed from sin should not make you fear to repent*. With Christ, you are not alone. Because of His love you can repent. He is someone who will be with you in pain as you change and leave your old ways and start to live in God’s plan.

He is knocking at the door of your heart and you can choose to open it… believe that Jesus died for you and has given you a new life, an everlasting life… a new identity… worthy of being loved. Believe that Jesus has saved you and wants a real personal relationship with you.

Here is a prayer, you can talk to our LORD Jesus Christ in this way, what matters is what is inside your heart, and He deeply knows your fears and your inner cries, your true desires…

…LORD Jesus… I need Your love…the kind of love only You can give… thank You for forgiving my sins, thank You for saving me from death … thank You for Your blood on the cross, thank You, You died and live for me … here I am Lord… enter my life… I receive my new identity in You… thank you for the gift of eternal life. I surrender my life to You, help me to repent from my old ways and turn to You*, my Savior and Lord. Take it, use it as You will. Amen.

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*as marked, this post has been updated. 6/30/2018, thank you for one of our friends, Julia for helping out for us to share & write & to bring you Jesus’ truths see comment below @Julia… 🙂

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Beauty in Despair: Post-O-Graph #9

Beauty in Despair: Post-O-Graph #9

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Post-o-graph#9. Beauty in Despair. Baguio city, Philippines. by IntrvrtdPyrld

Transgressed with lilies;

from the black water emerged,

Beauty in despair.

a haiku

inspired by Psalm 51

 

 

 

Post-O-Graph Collection: June
Post-O-Graph the beginning…

 

 

FOUND: Post-O-Graph #8

FOUND: Post-O-Graph #8

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Post-O-Graph #8. Found. Photo @IntrvrtdPyrld. Baguio City, Philippines

Even the smallest

on earth do not miss; the bliss

Showered by His gifts!

– a haiku

 

 

 

Hi this is Introverted Pyralid, where stories are real, they can be yours.

“We all have stories. Though not everything is told, some may come in pictures and fragments of thoughts. In any way we all have something to share.”

Are there any nature lovers out there? Our up-coming Post-O-Graphs will be series of Nature Photography, dedicated for you! Enjoy!

Post-O-Graph: June Collection

Meet and Greet: 6/23/18

Meet and Greet: 6/23/18

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Morning Blank Pages: Post-O-Graph#6

Morning Blank Pages: Post-O-Graph#6
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Post-O-Graph#6: “Morning Blank Pages.” Featured IntrvrtdPyrld Poetry from Launchora.com

I woke up, misty morning and rain fogging

the porch view.

A blank page rests on my table and my vision

gets foggy too.

So I settle and put the kettle to warm and fire-open

the stove;

When I realized something,

I’m broke.

Not sure if it is the stove still off or that I’m about to choke.

 

I guess I will need more coffee to refill my cup, to accompany me on my

soliloquy

So I cleared up my throat and swallowed those

empty hopes.

I tuned in to a humming bird resonating a minuet and hymn

about flying;

at least something in my morning is on key.

 

The kettle started whistling, joining the humming bird who rests

on the tree

in front of me. Then above me, are clouds hugging

each other,

pouring pellets of tears from the sky created

by their union.

Shading the already dim lit morning which painted gray

my visions;

at least something in this morning feels romantic and not alone.

 

The humming bird goes on his lullaby, surprised that the tune awakes

me instead.

Trying to lead me back to bed is a silent alarm returning

me to slumber

but I refuse to give back an answer.

Quite unsure , my view and my vision are not aligning. I just opened my blank pages anticipating.

Though the visions seemed crippled and too slow coming;

at least something this morning is ready to begin.

 

Finally, I just flipped the blank pages from a little black book with only

white spaces.

The slate in front of me is clean, tempted to soak a black ink from the pen I had used for years;

Either to stir the black coffee or the blank visions in my mind – I still

have to find.

Now a crooked line began as I attempt to mark a spot, finishing with more than just a dot;

at last one of the pages is not blank anymore.

 

It was supposed to be a novel which I’m trying

to compose,

but what I had were only dots, and crooked lines affixed

on the dots.

When I read them I realized that what I had written

wasn’t that bad.

It turns out my blank pages had jotted down notes, whole and half notes forming a tune,

a melody I’m not sure I heard before, but sounded familiar when I started humming the notes.

 

Now the humming bird on the tree at the front porch finished his song

with a slur.

HE promised me that the next morning

He’ll come back;

so that something every morning will remind me:

“at least one of your senses is not broken,  ready to take down another lullaby

as you choose to leave those blank pages open .”

 

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Blank Pages. Post-O-Graph#6. by IntrvrtdPyrld

Has anyone tried “Morning Blank Pages”? This is a poem telling an experience with morning blank pages. It is a routine I learned doing to help cope with brain fog in the morning.

(First published @ Launchora.com)

 

Thank you for reading!

Post-O-Graph Collection:

Post-O-Graph #1 – THE BEGINNING (What is Post-O-Graph?)
Post-O-Graph#5: Depression is like…

Post-O-Graph#5: Depression is Like…

Post-O-Graph#5: Depression is Like…

Hi! This is Introverted Pyralid, where stories are real; they can be yours.

We all have stories. Though not everything is told, some may come in pictures and fragments of thoughts. In any way we all have something to share. Hoping to connect with many of you amazing individuals in the coming seasons this section will be called Post-O-Graph.

And for our Post-O-Graph #5, we are so excited to feature, blooming artist, Maia Julliet. Be sweet and follow her on IG @ MaiaJulliet instagram page.

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Post-OGraph#5. Never Give Up. Photo by Maia Julliet Follow her on IG @ https://www.instagram.com/maiajuillet/
This is just another read about depression. For those who do not want to understand, there is really nothing we can do about that. But for those who want to understand and for those who need to be understood…
Depression is Like…
(by IntrvrtdPyrld)
I don’t want to eat…
I don’t want to sleep.
I cannot go to work. I’m going to bed.
I don’t want to sleep.
I’m sleeping now.
I have slept. Oh no. I’m gonna eat.
I feel sleepy. I’m not eating.
I’m eating now. I have class. I’m going to work.
I don’t want to eat.
I’m sleepy. I have to work. I will work.
I have to keep going; I ‘m going to take bath

I don’t want to sleep.

I’m…
Wait… Again…
What is it again?
Oh no; not again…
Oh yes, I have class.
I have to work. I will work. I have to go.
I’m going to take bath. I’ve said that already
It’s been 3 hours since
I’m still eating. I’m still sleepy
No. I’m tired.
I need to go to bath. Now.
I have class. I have to work.
I don’t want to eat.
I don’t want to sleep.
I don’t want to sleep.

 

 Depression. What is it really like?
We could only use many different words to tell what it is. Honestly, it goes differently the same to each person battling it. It becomes a personal unique experience across individuals. We can only use too many different words to describe it. How is it felt? Is it even real or just an over reaction to sadness? How it happened. How it did not happen. How it starts or is it ever going to end?

For those who are in the actual battle

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Those who know, know.

Those who are in the actual battle know. They know they need help and they know they need to overcome. They know their battle and they will know victory when it happens.

They have been in the worst times so they know when they see the path to recovery when it comes; They never give up and they would not waste a streak of energy left of them just to have a moment of “better times”. The people close to them can choose if they want to be a part of  the help when they find it.

Those who have been in the actual battle knows more than just mere words. There are times depression occurs with no words to express it at all.

Fragments of thoughts

This fragmented poem are just scribbles of my own experience. They just might be silly thoughts for you.

These are just words to show NOT what depression really is; but just what depression is like. One thing comes for sure: depression is not “me.”

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In these fragments of thoughts one can see into an episode which translates to an untold journey of how depression can affect someone. It is actually in these fragments of thoughts of the individual with depression, when the experience is a reality and the struggle happens daily.

Many still have doubts if depression is an illness. When the worse happens and the news surprised us by people taking their own life; and depression is equated with the act of suicide; worst is the act equated the person’s life. There was no chance to see that once, these people battled with their thoughts and they lived with a fight.

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Often, those who want to understand friends or loved ones with depression searched for specific, detailed account of an experience so they can fully grasp and be able to give help. But it is in these fragmented thoughts where people miss the obvious and avoid paying their attention.

These words cannot really tell what depression looks like for everyone; they can relate to what depression is like for someone.

When one can relate, it opens a stream of hope and and a willing ear to better hear and understand one’s battle with depression. Help happens when finally a moment is lend to give up one’s thoughts of what a mental illness is or is not; depression is not just taking one’s own life or exaggerated sadness. We learn to accept that when someone describes what depression is like, we then know that depression is not that person.

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Depression is like… Taking every step towards the next best thing; a door to towards a lighter place; it is not giving up no matter how long it takes. @IntrvrtdPyrld
Hoping to have various pieces from different lives of people, this collection will be titled “Post-O-Graph”. Found on the Art & Poetry section of this blog, different forms of artistic expressions would be featured.
Check out:
Post-O-Graph: The Beginning
Post-O-Graph#4: Glimmer

Post-O-Graph#4: Glimmer

via Daily Prompt: Glimmer

Hi this is Introverted Pyralid, where stories are real, they can be yours.

“We all have stories. Though not everything is told, some may come in pictures and fragments of thoughts. In any way we all have something to share.”

Glimmer

 

We are opposites.

He’s infinite; Mine’s indefinite

Paralleled. Collided.

 

I dreamed;

We glimmer.

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Post-O-Graph#4. Glimmer. @IntrvrtdPyrld