"I Hate Feelings, I Wish I was a Bagel."
“I hate feelings. I wish I was a bagel.” When my friend posted that Facebook status, I laughed - as perhaps some of you did. But then I cringed. I cringed because it resonated with me deeply. I had been there. I had been there… consumed with infatuation . My thoughts had run circles around boys I Iiked, overthinking every word carelessly tossed in my direction. My heart had bounced to my throat with every glance, plummeted to my stomach with every doubt, and galloped ten times faster with every thought of a crush. I hated my feelings. I had been there… devastated by rejection . I had poured out my feelings, like perfume on the concrete at someone’s feet. I had heard the all-too-familiar, “I don’t see you like that…” time after time. I had watched a crush gaze at another girl like she caused the sun to shine. I hated my feelings. But recently, one line in a Timothy Keller sermon hit me like a train, “Our feelings are a reflection of God’s feelings.” God experiences emotion, and