Tuesday, June 14, 2011


"You do anything long enough to escape the habit of living
until the escape becomes the habit."

I saw something pretty disturbing the other day.

I was walking into a grocery store and I saw this woman bent over right outside the door, but I couldnt quite figure out what she was doing.

It wasn't until I was leaving the store that I actually saw.

She was digging through the ash tray and saving all the cigarettes that weren't completely used up.

My first thought, was thats disgusting.

My second thought was, how sad that she can't afford cigarettes.

My third thought... this would make a good blog.

Because you see, she wasn't digging in the dumpster for food. She wasn't asking for money to buy milk... she was addicted.

It didn't matter that she couldn't afford it, because one way or the other she had to have it.

We live in a culture full of addicts.

Our first thought of addicts is drug users, right?

The woman who sold her kid just to get another hit.

The guy who killed someone over a few dollars to afford his next high.

But what about the other addicts?

The girl who is hurting finds her high by shopping and digging herself thousands of dollars into debt.

The guy who isn't an "alcholic" but can't seem to go a day without it and most certainly can't function in social settings without that buzz.

The girl who eats to numb the pain.

The girl who starves to feel the pain.

The guy who uses girls to prove in some neanderthalisitc way that he is man.

The thief.
The adulterer.
The liar.
The gossiper.
The bully.
The hypocrite.
The addict..

It seems like we are all addicted to something.

Its the something that makes your life worth living.

Something that becomes as vital as breathing to your very existence.

You see, I understand addiciton.

I understand wanting something... anything to numb the pain. To feel better. To feel happy.

I've been there...

What if instead of sex, drugs, and alcohol, we became addicted to our relationship with Jesus?

What if like the Junkie, we spent every waking hour when we were gonna get that next high... that next moment alone with Jesus.

What if like the alcholic we felt like we couldn't function in society without him by our side.

What if we really lived like Jesus was vital... like the air we breathe.

Why do we turn to things that temporarily numb the pain, when Jesus already took all our pain and sins upon the cross?

My question is how are you living your life?

Are you addicted to the things of this world?

Or are you truly addicted to Jesus?

"Reality can be Hell when you are only visiting. God save me from myself"

What is Paigerific? I’m glad you asked, although I don’t have an exact definition to offer. Paigerific is my thoughts and my heart. Paigerific is my passion and my fear. Paigerific is my success and my failures. Paigerific is my blood, sweat, and tears. Paigerific is more than just simply word. It’s a million different words all rolled into one. Words like hope, grace, determination, imperfection, love, faith, insecurity… The one word I would use to describe myself? I am Paigerific.


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