Scary Movie

Anyone that really knows me, knows that I don’t do scary movies.  I’m a big baby.  A scaredy cat, if you will.  You probably need a frame of reference so that you know what I mean when I say scary movies.

Hmmm…”The Sixth Sense” was too much for me.  “Seven.”  “Pet Cemetery” was not even an option.  There is something about the music.  The suspense.  Waiting for the murderer/psycho/villain to attack.  NO THANK YOU!

It might surprise you that, in my younger years, I tried to watch scary movies.  Back in the day, it was what groups of teenagers did.  We might be at a sleepover or going to see the movie in theatres.  I remember going to see “The Ring” with two friends.  I spent most of the movie covering my eyes and asking them what was happening.

One day, my bestie dropped a big fact on me.  She said, “For somebody that don’t like scary movies, you sure do the scariest stuff in real life.” Oooooooooo weeeeeeeeeee!  (Do ya’ll have friends like that?  If not, you need to get some.) 

I’ve said it often in these blogs that I’m disobedient.  I do stupid stuff, but I always make sure that somebody with sense knows where I am and what I’m doing.  I’ve mellowed out incredibly with age but quite often she was the one who knew where I was and what I was doing.  And she called me out on it.

Honestly, I had never made the connection before she made that statement.  I’m impulsive and struggle with waiting on God’s direction.  I would literally feel fear coursing through my body when scary music came on but have total disconnection when I was walking outside of the will of God.  And that’s a problem.

I’m more intentional with my walk with Christ nowadays.  I pray and seek His guidance.  I push through when I’m scared by situations in real life.  I keep my eyes uncovered so I don’t have to rely on others to tell me what’s going on in my own life.  My prayer is that my scary disregard for God is replaced by a love story between He and I that goes down in cinematic history.  #wepreach