Trapped, part 2

Is There A Way Out?

Is There A Way Out?

Growing up, we always vacationed in Colorado. Other members of my mom’s family would join us. We all adored the mountains. We would hike, fish, play cards and visit while enjoying the amazing views. At six, I began to collect rocks and minerals, a hobby I enjoyed into manhood. The beauty of crystals particularly captured me – the way they refracted and reflected light.

We moved to Colorado Springs when I was 13. We didn’t live very close to my cousins or my new friends from church. I felt very lonely much of the time. I was missing Abilene and Danny, my best friend. Occasionally, I did something with my brother. Most of my free time I found ways to entertain myself: shooting a bow and arrows, hitting a tether ball back and forth on a pole, throwing darts and knives. I eventually became fairly proficient with one knife, using the 2” side of a 2 x 4 for a target (which is actually 1 3/4″). Sometime during this activity, I remembered the pictures Danny and I found and began to “dumpster dive”. At fifteen I hit pay dirt and found a couple of Playboy magazines. I was now hooked on professional pornography, keeping them this time for “my own little secret”.

From my analysis, I see our emotions are often mixed in with our fleshly desires. The emotional connection gives them more power and importance. Have you seen times where this was obvious? Reflect on your own emotions and how they add to you own “traps”.

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