I did a paper, well many papers, while I was getting my bachelor's degree. I didn't really like the actual 'doing' of the papers, but doing the research was kind of cool because for most of the papers I was able to chose the subject. I did one on stress and the workplace.

You know why stress on the job is so difficult? Because God hooked us up with the 'fight or flight' reflex that when something happens we either want to fight someone or leave the situation. Neither of those is acceptable when you have a family to take care of or a mortgage to pay.

Lately, not at work, but in other places in my life, that reflex has been coming out more and more. And before I was a Christian, I was a fighter. I literally made a grown man cry I tore him down so much. Now, I know that fighting is not good, so I just leave if I really need to. I don't know if it's better, but I guess it's better if I leave than to hurt someone else if they hurt me.

This past weekend I had such an experience, I just left. And to be honest, I wanted to fight, but through all the tears no one would have been able to hear a word I wanted to say anyway. So I left. Nothing resolved. As I was driving, I felt that I needed the word of God. I recieved a text John 19:30. I am not really sure from the scripture what I was supposed to get from it, but all I can remember is "it is finished". Move on Margie. Don't dwell, don't let it hinder you, move on. It's finished, it's complete, put a fork in it, it's done. To be honest, I am not that good at that, I'm a dweller. Because usually when we're hurt, there is a scar, physical or emotional, there's a scar. Papa Roach sings "And my scars remind me that the past is real" It's very true. But this time, I am supposed to let it go, because it is finished. That's difficult.

Acts 7:26 The next day Moses came upon two Israelites who were fighting. He tried to reconcile them by saying, 'Men, you are brothers; why do you want to hurt each other?'