Integrity is the name of the game. And it doesn't matter what you are playing.
Today I was witness to three instances of other people's integrity being tested. All three failed. All three where pathetic wastes of a wonderful opportunity to be respected and favored. Potential bridges were burned for no reason. They were blinded by selfishness and didn't even see the potential of the situation as they trampled it.
If integrity is not your reaction, what have you got? A trail of irritated people who wont forget how you have treated them.
On the other side of the coin, there are those who are finding forgiveness difficult. So difficult in fact, that they may be sitting up late at night, blogging about it. I assume those at fault are sleeping contentedly in their beds, while their reputation smolders in the minds of the wronged.
I wonder who's struggle is more difficult. The person who is put to the test or the person wronged, who must now forgive?
I personally find the later to be the most difficult. Forgiving someone who doesn't deserve it is really hard for me. I dwell on things. I have to. I really mull things over before I get to forgiveness. I always end up amazed at the Lord's example of grace, since I fall so short in that area.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Can't find my cliche clique
I'm feeling alone. I don't seem to fit into the normal stereotypes of Christian conservative women, and I sure am not a liberal either.
I don't organize bake sales and I don't take part in sewing circles. In fact I can't sew at all. My house never looks like a "Proverbs 31 women" lives in it. I am boisterous and proud of myself when I cook something from scratch. And I'm keeping a plant alive for the first time in my life.
I find myself identifying with the hippy liberal types around me; I homebirth, don't vaccinate, didn't circumcise my son, I buy organic whenever I can afford it, and I pretty much never cut my kids hair. Although, the similarities come to a screeching halt when spanking comes up. But my goodness, that is an issue all of its own. Check back for that.
So where do I fit?
I wonder if I am actually not alone at all. This falls into a similar category as the political "silent majority" which we Christians are often considered. Are we, being polar opposites of liberals, actually a dichotomy? Are we so far in extremes that we have gone completely around the circle and overlapped?
I have officially began wondering if we don't have everything in common with our liberal counterparts, with the exception of faith. Perhaps we are one and the same in many senses, while those in the middle are the outliers.
In many respects I think that ours and our hippy friend's life choices are the same, just with a different foundation. We all want to be happy. To feel love. To keep the earth healthy (as He created it!) Our choices come out of faith and longing to return to God's will. While their choices are based in returning to nature.
To what group do I belong?
I don't organize bake sales and I don't take part in sewing circles. In fact I can't sew at all. My house never looks like a "Proverbs 31 women" lives in it. I am boisterous and proud of myself when I cook something from scratch. And I'm keeping a plant alive for the first time in my life.
I find myself identifying with the hippy liberal types around me; I homebirth, don't vaccinate, didn't circumcise my son, I buy organic whenever I can afford it, and I pretty much never cut my kids hair. Although, the similarities come to a screeching halt when spanking comes up. But my goodness, that is an issue all of its own. Check back for that.
So where do I fit?
I wonder if I am actually not alone at all. This falls into a similar category as the political "silent majority" which we Christians are often considered. Are we, being polar opposites of liberals, actually a dichotomy? Are we so far in extremes that we have gone completely around the circle and overlapped?
I have officially began wondering if we don't have everything in common with our liberal counterparts, with the exception of faith. Perhaps we are one and the same in many senses, while those in the middle are the outliers.
In many respects I think that ours and our hippy friend's life choices are the same, just with a different foundation. We all want to be happy. To feel love. To keep the earth healthy (as He created it!) Our choices come out of faith and longing to return to God's will. While their choices are based in returning to nature.
To what group do I belong?
Monday, April 19, 2010
Apologetics is no apology
Thank you Lord for always providing any information we might need, and for bringing what we need to know to light.
1 Peter 3:15 says, "But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:"
It is downright terrible that it has never occurred to me to be able to prove to another human being why I have faith in Jesus Christ. Now that God has put this in front of me, I am ashamed at my simplemindedness.
I have just started reading "Evidence for Christianity" by Josh McDowell. Its a really thick book on apologetics. I've only just started to read it, and already I'm being shaken. I am a baby Christian, that is for sure. Its an interesting thing to find answers to questions you should have thought to ask.
So don't ask me for the reason of the hope that is in me, because in my year as a Christian, I have not put this answer together. But shortly, I will give you more then a blank stare...
1 Peter 3:15 says, "But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:"
It is downright terrible that it has never occurred to me to be able to prove to another human being why I have faith in Jesus Christ. Now that God has put this in front of me, I am ashamed at my simplemindedness.
I have just started reading "Evidence for Christianity" by Josh McDowell. Its a really thick book on apologetics. I've only just started to read it, and already I'm being shaken. I am a baby Christian, that is for sure. Its an interesting thing to find answers to questions you should have thought to ask.
So don't ask me for the reason of the hope that is in me, because in my year as a Christian, I have not put this answer together. But shortly, I will give you more then a blank stare...
Friday, November 6, 2009
The Cupcake
While eating a cupcake I offered a bite to my husband and a bite to my son. My husband took the bite, and told me how awesome it was. (They are. I made them). But my son turned the bite down, hoping to get an entire cupcake to himself.
Lesson time!
We explained how his choice was selfish and if he had appreciated what had been given to him, then he may have gotten more. You don't always get more, but sometimes you do.
This was a really hard pill for him to swallow.
"But I'll be thankful now!" he insisted.
Nope. sorry, you should have taken what you were offered.
I began to think about how this same scenario would play out in his adult life. God often gives us a little, and if we are thankful for the little things, He is willing to give us more. We have proved ourselves faithful.
My friend often likens this to when God provided a little extra money for their family. On one occurrence, a little extra was provided for them, and they quickly squandered it. As I understand it, it was quite a while before any "extra" was sent their way. They had proved themselves un-thankful.
Lesson time!
We explained how his choice was selfish and if he had appreciated what had been given to him, then he may have gotten more. You don't always get more, but sometimes you do.
This was a really hard pill for him to swallow.
"But I'll be thankful now!" he insisted.
Nope. sorry, you should have taken what you were offered.
I began to think about how this same scenario would play out in his adult life. God often gives us a little, and if we are thankful for the little things, He is willing to give us more. We have proved ourselves faithful.
My friend often likens this to when God provided a little extra money for their family. On one occurrence, a little extra was provided for them, and they quickly squandered it. As I understand it, it was quite a while before any "extra" was sent their way. They had proved themselves un-thankful.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Dialogue
Since I was not raised a Christian, I often learn things out of order.
Right out of the gates of being saved, I began to struggle with the lack of two way communication. I felt that it was difficult to truly LOVE someone I never hear from, or feel. I guess this is what most non-believers can't get past. How do you know anyone is there? I don't see evidence that anyone is there...?
Quite frankly, I now have to laugh at this prospective. I have to chuckle and roll my eyes at my silly, "O ye of little faith" self. Hello, Its hard to hear when you aren't LISTENING!
Listening. Go figure.
I think that as a baby Christian I had the ability to hear what God was telling me, I just needed to tune in His station. I needed to bend my antennae a little. That would have helped. But that was not the way it happened for me.
I'm a worrier. Who cries. About everything. So while I was yet again, worry-crying myself into a little tisy, I accidentally bent the antenna. Literally. I changed the station on the drive home from work and caught the very end of a song, then the Deejay came on and said, "Thank goodness God is there to carry all of our troubles. Jesus says that none of us can add any time to our lives by worrying. (Matt 6:27)" Two lessons in one! Lucky me! Sorry, Blessed me! He is there, listening to me, and trying to tell me what He wants me to hear. Then as a Daily Double, He's telling me not to worry. Whew! How small is my thinking.
The next day, Hubby and I were talking about digging up old memories.(Hubby says get away from them as fast as you can, and like I always say, He's always right) Then my devotional for the day was about Lot's wife running for her life, looking back and turning into a pillar of salt. (Luke 17:32)
Wow, that hit me like a ton of bricks! I started laughing. And crying. But now I was laugh-crying. How silly of me to think that because I hadn't hear a voice from the sky, that God was not communicating with me. How could I have not realised it before? How did I not put 2 and 2 together every time it felt like the pastor was speaking directly to me?
I know to most of you this will seem like a very juvenile realisation. But I appreciate it just the same. I also must add that I feel even sillier now, having just realised, as I was writing this, that I hold in my hands the very communication I was seeking. A whole book of communication and instruction. The very comfort I longed for. I guess I needed to open my eyes as well....
Right out of the gates of being saved, I began to struggle with the lack of two way communication. I felt that it was difficult to truly LOVE someone I never hear from, or feel. I guess this is what most non-believers can't get past. How do you know anyone is there? I don't see evidence that anyone is there...?
Quite frankly, I now have to laugh at this prospective. I have to chuckle and roll my eyes at my silly, "O ye of little faith" self. Hello, Its hard to hear when you aren't LISTENING!
Listening. Go figure.
I think that as a baby Christian I had the ability to hear what God was telling me, I just needed to tune in His station. I needed to bend my antennae a little. That would have helped. But that was not the way it happened for me.
I'm a worrier. Who cries. About everything. So while I was yet again, worry-crying myself into a little tisy, I accidentally bent the antenna. Literally. I changed the station on the drive home from work and caught the very end of a song, then the Deejay came on and said, "Thank goodness God is there to carry all of our troubles. Jesus says that none of us can add any time to our lives by worrying. (Matt 6:27)" Two lessons in one! Lucky me! Sorry, Blessed me! He is there, listening to me, and trying to tell me what He wants me to hear. Then as a Daily Double, He's telling me not to worry. Whew! How small is my thinking.
The next day, Hubby and I were talking about digging up old memories.(Hubby says get away from them as fast as you can, and like I always say, He's always right) Then my devotional for the day was about Lot's wife running for her life, looking back and turning into a pillar of salt. (Luke 17:32)
Wow, that hit me like a ton of bricks! I started laughing. And crying. But now I was laugh-crying. How silly of me to think that because I hadn't hear a voice from the sky, that God was not communicating with me. How could I have not realised it before? How did I not put 2 and 2 together every time it felt like the pastor was speaking directly to me?
I know to most of you this will seem like a very juvenile realisation. But I appreciate it just the same. I also must add that I feel even sillier now, having just realised, as I was writing this, that I hold in my hands the very communication I was seeking. A whole book of communication and instruction. The very comfort I longed for. I guess I needed to open my eyes as well....
Friday, April 17, 2009
Timing
I am definitely not one for numerology, but sometimes the "coincidence" of numbers, dates, and time amazes me. I should chalk this up to a lesson in trusting His perfect design. I have always thought about the timing of things..."If I leave now will that put me in line for a car accident? If I leave in six minutes could that be avoided? Or will it put me in the danger zone, where leaving now would have kept me safe?" Its craziness, I know but that's how it goes in my head.
"That's fate." My husband pointed out. Well honey, you're right of course. (like always:) But I think there is a difference in "meant to be" and the fulfilment of His plan.
My husband and I figured out that the day he decided to leave his ex-wife, was the same day I found out I was pregnant with my son. It was these two things that really turned both our lives toward what would be our future.
I'm certainly not blaming the wreckage of the time in between that date and the time we met on God. The Bible states that God hates divorce. In fact, the Lord speaks in the first person. Which I'm fairly certain does not happen often, so He really means business! (Mal 2:16) I can certainly understand why. But since both of our marriages began under less than loving circumstances, it makes sense to me that our current marriage to each other is the more beneficial one.
I know I have to be wrong somewhere in my interpretation. It makes sense to me, but I don't believe that divorce would be part of God's plan. I pray I will understand the truth one day. I can conjecture that our marriage is God's plan, and we both made poor decisions prior to meeting each other. Continuing with Malachi, I found that the verse prior to Him stating He hates divorce, states (in regards to uniting people in marriage that)He is seeking Godly offspring. This makes sense to me because had either of our first marriages continued, they would not have produced what He intended. (wheew! I feel like I belong on Jerry Springer!)
Well regardless of the "meaning", I can't help but be wrapped in the "bigness" of the situation. Reflecting on the turn of events makes me feel small. My husband would jokingly say, "How little you know!" and he (like always:) would be right.
How little I know. How prideful I am to think that I know what is going on, or that I understand it. Actually the more I think about this, the less I understand it. Thank goodness I can trust in Him; That He knows what is best, and what will be of greatest service to Him. I am truly thankful.
"That's fate." My husband pointed out. Well honey, you're right of course. (like always:) But I think there is a difference in "meant to be" and the fulfilment of His plan.
My husband and I figured out that the day he decided to leave his ex-wife, was the same day I found out I was pregnant with my son. It was these two things that really turned both our lives toward what would be our future.
I'm certainly not blaming the wreckage of the time in between that date and the time we met on God. The Bible states that God hates divorce. In fact, the Lord speaks in the first person. Which I'm fairly certain does not happen often, so He really means business! (Mal 2:16) I can certainly understand why. But since both of our marriages began under less than loving circumstances, it makes sense to me that our current marriage to each other is the more beneficial one.
I know I have to be wrong somewhere in my interpretation. It makes sense to me, but I don't believe that divorce would be part of God's plan. I pray I will understand the truth one day. I can conjecture that our marriage is God's plan, and we both made poor decisions prior to meeting each other. Continuing with Malachi, I found that the verse prior to Him stating He hates divorce, states (in regards to uniting people in marriage that)He is seeking Godly offspring. This makes sense to me because had either of our first marriages continued, they would not have produced what He intended. (wheew! I feel like I belong on Jerry Springer!)
Well regardless of the "meaning", I can't help but be wrapped in the "bigness" of the situation. Reflecting on the turn of events makes me feel small. My husband would jokingly say, "How little you know!" and he (like always:) would be right.
How little I know. How prideful I am to think that I know what is going on, or that I understand it. Actually the more I think about this, the less I understand it. Thank goodness I can trust in Him; That He knows what is best, and what will be of greatest service to Him. I am truly thankful.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Grouping
Before I get going, please excuse all the pop-culture references. I know you can read about that stuff anywhere on the web so why come here for it too...but just bare with me.
I'm not quite sure why this bent me so out of shape, but it did. I enjoy watching the Duggar family's show 18 and counting, which is basically what it sounds like. There are 18 children in the family,with a plan for more in the future, hence "18 and counting". So, when mid-conversation, the Duggar's were grouped with the Octomom (if THAT needs an explanation, you need to push the rock off of yourself) I was upset. As silly as that sounds.
I think the reason this began to pick at me, is two-fold.
A) The Duggar's have it under control. They have the love, discipline, and funds to support their family. The only chaos you'll notice is based on the sheer number of people in the house, not by any mismanagement. (In fact this is a HUGE reason why I ~heart~ the Dugger's. They are child trainers, not child managers) I'm also a huge fan of the manner in which they are guiding their children to walk in truth. Meanwhile.... Octomom, well, isn't these things. The only thing they have in common is children. Oh, and there is a mom involved.
B) Why are people passing judgment just because they do not understand the mindset behind the procreation? (little laugh to myself. One is procreation and the other is con-creation.)
~wait.
Did you notice that I did the very thing I'm frustrated about? I noticed. (Regular gumshoe aye?) So now I have re-directing my frustration at myself. I don't understand Octomom, thus, (and in poor fashion)I judged her.
This other person is strange to me. I can't wrap my head around the "why's?" of her situation. So when my first efforts were unsuccessful, I found solace in knowing I could just write her off as "crazy" and Phew! problem solved.
I'm shocked by my self. Wasn't there some sandal wearing, miracle guy in history who warned me about this? What was the answer to the problem? (Come on little brain...get there!)
Oh that's right. ~LOVE~ I must love people as I love myself. And I love myself a lot. A real lot. I'm pretty cool. (sorry. I'm done) So it seems I have quite a task at hand! Love Octomom as I love myself.
Ok... I am seriously not there yet. But I'm working on it.
But thats not it. My brain keeps this train rolling. How else am I just blindly leading my own heart into shackles? What other fashion has this manifested itself in society? (Well at least I can find comfort knowing WHO is leading the deception) How about racism? Isn't this at the heart of racist behavior? The formula seems the same.
If you cannot understand where someone is coming from and their actions/thinking make no sense to you, than simply find the most obvious reason to discard their value. For Octomom, my solution is "crazy", for racists it is "superiority".
The bottom line is we have been taught better than this.
I'm not quite sure why this bent me so out of shape, but it did. I enjoy watching the Duggar family's show 18 and counting, which is basically what it sounds like. There are 18 children in the family,with a plan for more in the future, hence "18 and counting". So, when mid-conversation, the Duggar's were grouped with the Octomom (if THAT needs an explanation, you need to push the rock off of yourself) I was upset. As silly as that sounds.
I think the reason this began to pick at me, is two-fold.
A) The Duggar's have it under control. They have the love, discipline, and funds to support their family. The only chaos you'll notice is based on the sheer number of people in the house, not by any mismanagement. (In fact this is a HUGE reason why I ~heart~ the Dugger's. They are child trainers, not child managers) I'm also a huge fan of the manner in which they are guiding their children to walk in truth. Meanwhile.... Octomom, well, isn't these things. The only thing they have in common is children. Oh, and there is a mom involved.
B) Why are people passing judgment just because they do not understand the mindset behind the procreation? (little laugh to myself. One is procreation and the other is con-creation.)
~wait.
Did you notice that I did the very thing I'm frustrated about? I noticed. (Regular gumshoe aye?) So now I have re-directing my frustration at myself. I don't understand Octomom, thus, (and in poor fashion)I judged her.
This other person is strange to me. I can't wrap my head around the "why's?" of her situation. So when my first efforts were unsuccessful, I found solace in knowing I could just write her off as "crazy" and Phew! problem solved.
I'm shocked by my self. Wasn't there some sandal wearing, miracle guy in history who warned me about this? What was the answer to the problem? (Come on little brain...get there!)
Oh that's right. ~LOVE~ I must love people as I love myself. And I love myself a lot. A real lot. I'm pretty cool. (sorry. I'm done) So it seems I have quite a task at hand! Love Octomom as I love myself.
Ok... I am seriously not there yet. But I'm working on it.
But thats not it. My brain keeps this train rolling. How else am I just blindly leading my own heart into shackles? What other fashion has this manifested itself in society? (Well at least I can find comfort knowing WHO is leading the deception) How about racism? Isn't this at the heart of racist behavior? The formula seems the same.
If you cannot understand where someone is coming from and their actions/thinking make no sense to you, than simply find the most obvious reason to discard their value. For Octomom, my solution is "crazy", for racists it is "superiority".
The bottom line is we have been taught better than this.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Little Things
Find a cause. I don't mean a "save the whales" cause. I mean, find a 'cause for JOY' everyday of your life. Appreciate the smallest of gifts and the big ones will follow suit and be multiplied.
Today I flew a Kite with my son. We sang "Lets go fly a Kite" from Mary Poppins, and laughed as I couldn't manage the crazy packaging, but my 3 year old could. ("I did it for you Mom!") It was hilarious to watch him learn the to operate his plastic Buzz Light year Kite, that cost me an entire dollar. Honest to goodness fun. It was very amusing to simply observe this sweet boy, who is such a fabulous creation and such a fabulous gift, figuring out the inner workings of a simple Kite.
I could have easily past this moment by without appreciating it. I could have been annoyed that kids toys are so difficult for adult sized hands to open. (Why is that anyway?) Instead I am thankful that this experience was made available for me to enjoy. I surely would have appreciated this experience far too late, and wished I had taken a moment to thank God, while actually living the experience.
On another note... We lost the Kite. There were tears coming down as the handle went up, and there were power lines nearby to poor salt it the wound. My lesson in appreciation was coupled with a beginner's lesson in loss for my son. I think it was borderline traumatic for the poor guy. We talked about taking responsibility for your actions, as well as not placing blame. (I had explained why not to let go prior to the actual release. But curiosity killed that cat and the release was intentional) Its a hard lesson for a little guy to learn that you are the cause of your own disappointment. ("Mommy. Next time, when I fly my NEW buzz kite, I'm not going to let go")
I very much appreciate the duality of our little trek, because we both learned a lesson in thankfulness. The voice of God does not bellow. We must learn to absorb all the disciplines HE is providing us, to live in the fashion He designed.
Today I flew a Kite with my son. We sang "Lets go fly a Kite" from Mary Poppins, and laughed as I couldn't manage the crazy packaging, but my 3 year old could. ("I did it for you Mom!") It was hilarious to watch him learn the to operate his plastic Buzz Light year Kite, that cost me an entire dollar. Honest to goodness fun. It was very amusing to simply observe this sweet boy, who is such a fabulous creation and such a fabulous gift, figuring out the inner workings of a simple Kite.
I could have easily past this moment by without appreciating it. I could have been annoyed that kids toys are so difficult for adult sized hands to open. (Why is that anyway?) Instead I am thankful that this experience was made available for me to enjoy. I surely would have appreciated this experience far too late, and wished I had taken a moment to thank God, while actually living the experience.
On another note... We lost the Kite. There were tears coming down as the handle went up, and there were power lines nearby to poor salt it the wound. My lesson in appreciation was coupled with a beginner's lesson in loss for my son. I think it was borderline traumatic for the poor guy. We talked about taking responsibility for your actions, as well as not placing blame. (I had explained why not to let go prior to the actual release. But curiosity killed that cat and the release was intentional) Its a hard lesson for a little guy to learn that you are the cause of your own disappointment. ("Mommy. Next time, when I fly my NEW buzz kite, I'm not going to let go")
I very much appreciate the duality of our little trek, because we both learned a lesson in thankfulness. The voice of God does not bellow. We must learn to absorb all the disciplines HE is providing us, to live in the fashion He designed.
The power of words
A constant topic between my Husband and I is, What does it mean to be a man? What about a Christian Man? Since this is obviously not a place where I no experience, I wonder, How can a women best support her man? An extremely good book on this topic was written by Debbie Pearl. Created to be His Help Meet Don't go the rest of your marriage without reading this!
Since this often leads to questions (and hopefully answers!) that deal with the very structure of humanity, family, and human interaction in general, the talks get very involved.
This has been on my mind again today because I (accidentally) overheard an outburst from the female half of a married couple. "You are the worst mistake I've ever made. Do you understand that marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life?
Honestly this hurt me to hear. I can't imagine what it must have felt like to be told this. How horribly worthless this man must have felt! I'm guessing he must have felt like a failure in every aspect of his life since his #1 person utterly rejected him. What could have happened to get this married couple to this point? And is it all that uncommon? That is the scary part.
Unfortunately, I think that it will take a HUGE effort on this woman's part to repair the damage she did with just these few words. The power of words is scary.
Being aware of what my words are actually saying is something that I struggle with. I frequently say something, with the intent of my words meaning one things, but as soon as they hit the eardrum of the recipient, I can tell my words were taken completely differently then I meant for them to be taken. I think this is particularly true in regards to my husband. I'm fairly certain I could crush his world in a few sentences. How horrible is that?! I have no idea what those sentences would be, and hurting him makes me sick to my stomach. I loathe the possibility that this might be true. But I think it is true. Just like its probably true for the outburst couple. It is certainly true in reverse. I would be more than a complete mess if my husband exercised the verbal power he possesses.
The responsibility given to me is great. I'm scared of it actually.
Babe, I'm sorry for anything I'm responsible for, that did not build you.
Since this often leads to questions (and hopefully answers!) that deal with the very structure of humanity, family, and human interaction in general, the talks get very involved.
This has been on my mind again today because I (accidentally) overheard an outburst from the female half of a married couple. "You are the worst mistake I've ever made. Do you understand that marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life?
Honestly this hurt me to hear. I can't imagine what it must have felt like to be told this. How horribly worthless this man must have felt! I'm guessing he must have felt like a failure in every aspect of his life since his #1 person utterly rejected him. What could have happened to get this married couple to this point? And is it all that uncommon? That is the scary part.
Unfortunately, I think that it will take a HUGE effort on this woman's part to repair the damage she did with just these few words. The power of words is scary.
Being aware of what my words are actually saying is something that I struggle with. I frequently say something, with the intent of my words meaning one things, but as soon as they hit the eardrum of the recipient, I can tell my words were taken completely differently then I meant for them to be taken. I think this is particularly true in regards to my husband. I'm fairly certain I could crush his world in a few sentences. How horrible is that?! I have no idea what those sentences would be, and hurting him makes me sick to my stomach. I loathe the possibility that this might be true. But I think it is true. Just like its probably true for the outburst couple. It is certainly true in reverse. I would be more than a complete mess if my husband exercised the verbal power he possesses.
The responsibility given to me is great. I'm scared of it actually.
Babe, I'm sorry for anything I'm responsible for, that did not build you.
Monday, April 13, 2009
In the beginning...
Isn't the best place to start always at the beginning?
I could go with the same old, "hello my name is..." but thats no fun. I'd prefer to get to the nitty gritty, for THAT is who I REALLY am.
I'm not perfect. Hence the Blog title. I'm a christian first and foremost. A wife second and a Mom third. The order is intentional, for that was the design. I am new to all three, the first two for the second time. I'm hoping for a second of my third list item.
In english, that is, I became a Christian some years ago only to leave the church due to being "the seed that fell on the rocks" (thats Mark 4:5 folks) But I've recently returned and shed a tear quite often in thankfulness. I've been married before, but am estatically, lovingly, happily and cheerfully married again.
I must say that my child is a joy. Aren't they all? Children have to be the funniest people inthe world. I don't think any stand up comedian can hold a candle to a 3 year with a roll of tape. Psalm 127:3 speaks to me deeply. "Behold! Children are a gift of the LORD. They are a reward from HIM." I frequently pray for more rewards!
Back to the point, I'm on a journey here... New as a Christian, new as a wife, and new as a mother. I will post any thoughts that come into this crazy head of mine, for your entertainment and so I can stop thinking them.
I could go with the same old, "hello my name is..." but thats no fun. I'd prefer to get to the nitty gritty, for THAT is who I REALLY am.
I'm not perfect. Hence the Blog title. I'm a christian first and foremost. A wife second and a Mom third. The order is intentional, for that was the design. I am new to all three, the first two for the second time. I'm hoping for a second of my third list item.
In english, that is, I became a Christian some years ago only to leave the church due to being "the seed that fell on the rocks" (thats Mark 4:5 folks) But I've recently returned and shed a tear quite often in thankfulness. I've been married before, but am estatically, lovingly, happily and cheerfully married again.
I must say that my child is a joy. Aren't they all? Children have to be the funniest people inthe world. I don't think any stand up comedian can hold a candle to a 3 year with a roll of tape. Psalm 127:3 speaks to me deeply. "Behold! Children are a gift of the LORD. They are a reward from HIM." I frequently pray for more rewards!
Back to the point, I'm on a journey here... New as a Christian, new as a wife, and new as a mother. I will post any thoughts that come into this crazy head of mine, for your entertainment and so I can stop thinking them.
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