I’ve never responded to one of these prompts, but I saw this one today, (“what bothers you the most?”) and I’m all like: mmmmk I’ll bite.
What bothers me the most is me—when I deny the Holy Spirit when it speaks to me. I shrug it off and think, “I’ll do that tomorrow.” And tomorrow never comes. I know better. I do.
What bothers me are most of the elite, and the systems they’ve put in place to keep the rest of us down, and the torture of innocent children for personal gain (see many YouTube videos featuring Jim Caviezel talking about this very thing).
What bothers me is anyone kept in solitary confinement for more than three days.
What bothers me is when I think I obey God’s commandments, yet I judge others because because they sin differently than me.
What bothers me are those puppies who are kept in captivity when their soul wants to run over rolling hills chasing after butterflies and bones.
What bothers me are those who actually have a choice because they don’t have mental illness, and they chose wrong just because it’s fun and, hey, God is so forgiving. What they don’t realize is that every choice influences the ripples of tide that include all of us.
What bothers me are psych doctors who diagnose people in all of five minutes.
What bothers me is western society being so…very…slow…when it comes to adapting to other countries proven ways we could make things better—like how to improve nursing homes.
What bothers me is when people give up hope, and turn away those who would actually help them.
What bothers me are big companies that hurt others for profit.
What bothers me is me–myself–and I, usually. Because I feel that I’m a fake. I feel like I can’t write worth a damn—I sometimes feel as though I can’t write a single line worthy of the story He’s writing with me.
Healing with Christ 