Allison Barron

The TV show “Star Wars: The Clone Wars” brings up issues of individuality and worth. And I can’t help but wonder why God cares about me when He’s got so many other people to think about. I am just a tiny speck in His universe, after all — one among many. Do I really matter to Him?

If I’m suffering, I want it to have a purpose; if there’s meaning in the pain, won’t that help me through it? Maybe I’m doing something wrong. Or maybe not.

Fear can be disabling. Dating can be scary because it means allowing him to love me — and sometimes that’s the hardest part.

Because I’m a perfectionist, I punish myself when I fail. It would be easier to stubbornly move forward without learning or addressing my shortcomings.

Not caring about appearances is hard. Surrounded by perfect figures from Hollywood, I’m plagued by messages saying physical beauty is how you attract love.

A few months ago, my pastor friend invited me to a 12-session Bible study on the topic of evangelism. “Thanks, but no thanks,” was what I wanted to say.

Asking for help isn’t just a necessary evil; it’s actually what God intends for us. And if I need proof, all I have to do is look at Jesus’ life.

There are ways we can be wise, caring, and considerate, even in rejection.