Dear Future Self,
The past few weeks there was another school shooting. Causing facebook to go rampant with gun control and gun right activist having completely cool and calm discussions (sarcasm). But in the end, a solution was not set in place. I will still do my job. I will wake up and walk into a building and protect my students. For the truth is, I didn't become a teacher for any other reason but for the fact that I value these young minds. I believe that they are our future and need loving and compassionate adults to show them what honor and dignity look like. I will protect them. I will care for them. I will be their teacher.
There have been plans set in place for March 14, 2018 to be a student/teacher walk out of school in honor of the 3 teacher and 14 student lives recently lost. I really hope this is not true for 3/14 is supposed to be a fun day in the math world - it is Pi-day y'all! I saw an image or idea that instead of walking out on someone that we go up to someone and talk to them, love on them. I did not become a teacher to give up and leave. I will stand strong and love on my students. I will be their teacher.
West Virginia has been making national news for teacher salaries and strikes. Oklahoma teachers are planning a strike as well. Don't get me wrong, I would love for more financial support; it's hard living off of a teacher salary. But I am not a teacher for money. What I would love though is support from parents. Teaching is hard. It has it's moments every year that I question if I am in the right vocation. But then I get little glimpses and reminders of why I teach. It doesn't come from a dollar sign or from a parent but when a student tells me that they are better off from knowing me. In the end, this life is short. I want all my students to know that they are worth more than any amount of money. I will be their teacher.
Betsy DeVos made a tweet on twitter recently about public schools; "does this look familiar" and a black and white picture of school compared to what she thought a modern school was. As much as I wish school was simply what it use to be (less politics) - it's not. It's messy (when technology bails on you) it's hands on activities, moving around. It's feeding one student who's hungry, finding a coat for another, all at the same time as hugging a sadden child and telling some kids to stop throwing markers (even in my junior high room). It looks nothing like what our Secretary of Education thinks it does. I do not teach to have a perfect classroom, I teach to take care of people, and that is going to look much different. I will be their teacher.
This last week my district had a student take her own life. It causes sadness and heartache. But what was more destructive where the comments from older people. Attacking the family, other kids, teachers and the school district. As a person who has struggled with depression in high school, we can't blame others. As a person who has lost family and a prior student to their own will, we can not mend a broken heart with a thread of lies. I have to remember that hurt people hurt people and that words are the most effective weapon at destroying a person's heart. These words are a reflection of the person speaking them and does not hold truth to my identity, my career, and how hard we work to protect all students. The next few weeks will be hard. But I will go into my classroom, hug and remind all of my students that they are loved, that I am always here for them. I will be their teacher.
So, future self, teaching is a hard job. There will always be paper work, hateful emails, not enough time, money or resources. There will be tears of joy, frustration sadness and confusion. My heart will swell with love and break - and sometimes at the same time. These kiddos are not mine by DNA standards but I will call them my own. I did not become a teacher for an easy life. I became a world changer.
I will always be their teacher. I am their teacher.
Love,
Mrs. Jones (yourself)
PS Don't give up - you've got this. Be strong. Be bold.
Showing posts with label lived loved. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lived loved. Show all posts
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
I tried - reading the Divergent series {November reads and December deeds}
Hey cozy friends,
That time of year where we all want to sit next to a fire place, fill our bodies with hot drinks, and just be warmed by one another's love.
Holidays!
We are already 1/5 into December and I am just now getting around to post about November's book, wrap up the month and look forward to what is ahead.
November was lovely. I decided to take a small break from facebook - deleted the app. It was nice not being plugged in all of the time. I thought I would miss people's lives or articles or funny clips. And I might have missed those, but instead I gained TIME! I was able to really focus on what is important.
I truly believe because I removed one distraction from my life allowed for another to move in - reading! Although not a bad distraction, what I was reading could have been more beneficial.
November I read not just one, not just two, but three books. I read the entire Divergent Series by Veronica Roth!
These are fun young-adult dystopian fiction stories. The best part of reading these books was getting to discuss them with my students. I would spot a cover of one of the books and instantly be able to strike up a conversation with them. Acknowledging them and their choices - making their day.
The books are good, and at times the "romance" for 16 year olds was a bit too much or adult-like. But over all I enjoyed the books. If you are looking to buy books for a teenager this holiday season, I would highly recommend these.
Now on to December.
I have not yet made any goals or commitments.
I have not yet written down any scripture or prayer focus.
I have not yet written down any to-do's or projects.
My focus for this month:
Read - Glory Happening by Kaitlin Curtice (a high school friend of mine). It should arrive at our house on Friday!!
Scripture - I am currently still in BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) and appreciate reading through Romans and really getting a better understanding of it. I am also following along with my husband's Advent Project: here.
Health - For the past few months I have been hanging around the 158-161 range. Which is great that I have not gained any weight I've lost back; but still frustrating at times that I have not seen any changes. But healthy focus and not vain perception is important too!
Don't let the to-do list, the events, the pinterest perfect ideas get in the way of what matters this season.
People.
People matter.
Love you all,
A mom who tries
That time of year where we all want to sit next to a fire place, fill our bodies with hot drinks, and just be warmed by one another's love.
Holidays!
We are already 1/5 into December and I am just now getting around to post about November's book, wrap up the month and look forward to what is ahead.
November was lovely. I decided to take a small break from facebook - deleted the app. It was nice not being plugged in all of the time. I thought I would miss people's lives or articles or funny clips. And I might have missed those, but instead I gained TIME! I was able to really focus on what is important.
I truly believe because I removed one distraction from my life allowed for another to move in - reading! Although not a bad distraction, what I was reading could have been more beneficial.
November I read not just one, not just two, but three books. I read the entire Divergent Series by Veronica Roth!
These are fun young-adult dystopian fiction stories. The best part of reading these books was getting to discuss them with my students. I would spot a cover of one of the books and instantly be able to strike up a conversation with them. Acknowledging them and their choices - making their day.
The books are good, and at times the "romance" for 16 year olds was a bit too much or adult-like. But over all I enjoyed the books. If you are looking to buy books for a teenager this holiday season, I would highly recommend these.
Now on to December.
I have not yet made any goals or commitments.
I have not yet written down any scripture or prayer focus.
I have not yet written down any to-do's or projects.
My focus for this month:
Read - Glory Happening by Kaitlin Curtice (a high school friend of mine). It should arrive at our house on Friday!!
Scripture - I am currently still in BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) and appreciate reading through Romans and really getting a better understanding of it. I am also following along with my husband's Advent Project: here.
Health - For the past few months I have been hanging around the 158-161 range. Which is great that I have not gained any weight I've lost back; but still frustrating at times that I have not seen any changes. But healthy focus and not vain perception is important too!
Don't let the to-do list, the events, the pinterest perfect ideas get in the way of what matters this season.
People.
People matter.
Love you all,
A mom who tries
Monday, October 16, 2017
Me too - An open letter to women and October
Dear October,
Dear Women,
To the women who are currently suffering, have had conquered, or grieving the loss of those battling breast cancer; you are strong and courageous! I literally have sat at my computer screen for minutes, trying to orchestrate the words that share my heart; but only silence is played. The battle you are facing is not one that people envy you for. Thank you for being beautiful in all moments and stages of life; from the hair loss, to breast removal surgeries, to the inside as your heart going through times of being bitter and angry to finding life once more. You are not alone, you are loved.
To the women who have lost a child or infant. This is a topic, in my opinion, that our society and our churches do not speak on enough, giving it the light and justice that it deserves. Truth be told, this is a topic that I am not very good at navigating myself. So many variables to how you are handling and processing these major events of your life. Stories after stories; I had a facebook friend share a picture of her box that holds treasured memories of her son's passing - something that took leaps and bounds to not only open, but open for all to see, letting us into her heart. I can't imagine what one goes through day to day knowing a child is gone. Reading this article, about a family who donated their daughters organs, making a sacrifice to share life in the midst of loss. My very own student showing me her baby brother's ashes that she binds around her neck, close to her heart, a beautiful necklace she just got today. To all of my friends and family who I have cried with, hugged, and loved on during these tragic events, there are far too many. These stories are important, your child is not and will not be forgotten. You are not alone, you are loved.
To the women coming out. October 15th came and went and for those who were brave enough used the day to share their story. I personally want to step up on a soap box, I hate how a person has to be "brave" in order to be themselves, it bothers me (gets off soap box)... please keep sharing your stories. I am listening. For my female friends who have already faced the masses, thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be apart of your life, learning to judge less and care more. You have taught me so much. You are appreciated! Your story matters. You are not alone, you are loved.
To the women who have been sexually assaulted or harassed. You are not a victim. You were not "asking" for it. It was unwelcome, not invited, uncomfortable, forced, and something - that no matter what you do - will never go away. From physical touch to hurtful words, the scars that are left will never heal fully; shaping you daily into the person you are. The movement "me too," starting on twitter, has been sweeping social media. This letter is for you, that as you type those words "me too" I hope that you feel welcomed into a sisterhood of understanding, grace, and compassion. That as you slowly tell your story, leaving or including as many details as you wish, healing will take place; a process that takes time. I want you to know that you ARE worthy. You ARE important. I believe you. Tell me your "me too". You are not alone, you are loved.
We all have a story. I am more than another number. I am more than a statistics. I am a me too.
You are not alone, you are loved,
~Megan #metoo
You didn't give us much room to breathe after September (suicide awareness month). But here we are, in the middle of it. Facing breast cancer awareness but also infant and child loss awareness don't forget national coming out day and now there is a call to the "me too" movement advocating on behalf of women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted.
You make my heart heavy,
Megan
You make my heart heavy,
Megan
Dear Women,
To the women who are currently suffering, have had conquered, or grieving the loss of those battling breast cancer; you are strong and courageous! I literally have sat at my computer screen for minutes, trying to orchestrate the words that share my heart; but only silence is played. The battle you are facing is not one that people envy you for. Thank you for being beautiful in all moments and stages of life; from the hair loss, to breast removal surgeries, to the inside as your heart going through times of being bitter and angry to finding life once more. You are not alone, you are loved.
To the women who have lost a child or infant. This is a topic, in my opinion, that our society and our churches do not speak on enough, giving it the light and justice that it deserves. Truth be told, this is a topic that I am not very good at navigating myself. So many variables to how you are handling and processing these major events of your life. Stories after stories; I had a facebook friend share a picture of her box that holds treasured memories of her son's passing - something that took leaps and bounds to not only open, but open for all to see, letting us into her heart. I can't imagine what one goes through day to day knowing a child is gone. Reading this article, about a family who donated their daughters organs, making a sacrifice to share life in the midst of loss. My very own student showing me her baby brother's ashes that she binds around her neck, close to her heart, a beautiful necklace she just got today. To all of my friends and family who I have cried with, hugged, and loved on during these tragic events, there are far too many. These stories are important, your child is not and will not be forgotten. You are not alone, you are loved.
To the women coming out. October 15th came and went and for those who were brave enough used the day to share their story. I personally want to step up on a soap box, I hate how a person has to be "brave" in order to be themselves, it bothers me (gets off soap box)... please keep sharing your stories. I am listening. For my female friends who have already faced the masses, thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be apart of your life, learning to judge less and care more. You have taught me so much. You are appreciated! Your story matters. You are not alone, you are loved.
To the women who have been sexually assaulted or harassed. You are not a victim. You were not "asking" for it. It was unwelcome, not invited, uncomfortable, forced, and something - that no matter what you do - will never go away. From physical touch to hurtful words, the scars that are left will never heal fully; shaping you daily into the person you are. The movement "me too," starting on twitter, has been sweeping social media. This letter is for you, that as you type those words "me too" I hope that you feel welcomed into a sisterhood of understanding, grace, and compassion. That as you slowly tell your story, leaving or including as many details as you wish, healing will take place; a process that takes time. I want you to know that you ARE worthy. You ARE important. I believe you. Tell me your "me too". You are not alone, you are loved.
This letter is for all women. Through stories (and sometimes coffee) we bind ourselves back together, weaving a tighter sisterhood. If I could only reach through the screen and wipe away your tears I would. If I could only gently grasp your shoulders, drawing you into a hug, letting your rest your head on my shoulder - I'd carry that for you. If just for a moment I could stop time and let you take that deep heavy sigh and catch your breath, I'd wish it in an instnat. You are not alone, you are loved.
We all have a story. I am more than another number. I am more than a statistics. I am a me too.
You are not alone, you are loved,
~Megan #metoo
PS - A letter is a form of communication, please feel free to write, message, text, call, e-mail me so we can continue our communication and sharing stories. If possible, let's schedule time. I want to hear your story.
PPS - Men, yes I understand you can have breast cancer, loose a child, come out and be sexually harassed - you are loved too.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
I tried - joy {September book and update}
Hi everyone!
It is that time. My post slow down as life rushes around. My plans focus on educating 126 young minds all while having a functional hospitable home, doing both with love.
Y'all, it's exhausting.
For the past six weeks I lead a Facebook group, reading through Ann Voskamp's "One Thousand Gifts" - and although at first her over poetic flowery word choice was a bit much for my dry soul, I learned to love her words - they, her words, could take scripture and etch it deeper within my heart. I think at the start I was just jealous that I couldn't write as eloquently as her.
When I started reading this book in September, I also starting writing down 3 joys, gifts, happy moments on a piece of paper. Listing out on the times that brought cheer. Some of my favorites include:
undisturbed water droplets on a yellow leaf spotted when running in the rain
squeals of laughter as the youngest plays snake and squirms down the hall after older brother
reading books to a babe with lavender smelling hair
raining Saturdays with slow non-rushed starts
parking lot conversations with new friends
chick-fil-a (gotta keep it real)
coffee
someone asking if I am okay and wanting to listen
I have now been listing for 41 days.
It's changing me. Just as Ann experienced in her highly recommended book.
Today's list:
asked to cuddle with oldest
moments to read another book
run in a long sleeve shirt clearing my head
This time of year is my favorite, but I also tend to drown in facts of my reality and loneliness. My phone lies idle, my e-mail box empty, mail box vacant, truly just alone. As an introvert, I often prefer to gain energy being alone or in small intimate groups. But this is the dark alone, not one of energy. And as every year past, as long as I can remember, time will move on and self pity will weaken transitioning into go-mode again.
So I list, and once I find my joy, I cling to it.
On occasion my oldest, who's 5, has been asking me to cuddle with him, he use to want to sleep in our bed at the start of every school year. Unknowingly I thought that it was because he missed me going back to work, he too could feel the crispness, the turning, the sense of "sighs."
Now, I realize my little-man didn't need me, God designed him because I needed to find joy. God gave me the biggest gift I could have asked for (next to transforming me and my husband into Christians). He gave me a son, who at a very young age, knows how to care.
Tonight when he asked me to cuddle him, minutes after prayers (naturally I am already tucked in my blanket with a book) I tell him I will be in in one minute, never have regretted spending time with him/
I climb the ladder to his creaky loft bed. Oh, why did we buy a loft bed? As I am climbing I tell him I am getting to big for his bed and don't want to break it. He responds with "would you like an animal, here's a blanket, you aren't too big, you are perfect."
I take the big monkey (technically it was mine from years, decades, ago) and pull the blanket up around my shoulders. We are finding peace in the midst of our chaos. I can feel his breaths slow as I know it won't take long for him to be asleep. I smell the children's toothpaste, thankful that he brushed. I kiss his sweet forehead. The same head that use to carry a huge red angel kiss birth mark. The same forehead that holds incredible thoughts and dreams.
A sweet little voice simply says "Thank you."
"Thank you for what?" I ask.
"For kissing me."
"I will always kiss you."
"Even when I am older?"
"Yes, you won't be able to stop me."
"I can't wait for you to visit me in my house when I am older."
"Yes, our visits will be grand. I love that you dream and think about your future, but don't grow up too fast."
"Why not?"
"I like you just as you are, my son, my five year old."
"Mommy, I will always be your son."
"I will always be your mommy."
With that he takes his perpetually sticky hands and holds my face. "Thank for cuddling with me." Then kisses my forehead.
No my dearest child, THANK YOU. Thank you for asking me to cuddle. Thank you for reminding me that I am needed and loved. Thank you for being joy.
PS - totally read her book. It's good. =]
It is that time. My post slow down as life rushes around. My plans focus on educating 126 young minds all while having a functional hospitable home, doing both with love.
Y'all, it's exhausting.
For the past six weeks I lead a Facebook group, reading through Ann Voskamp's "One Thousand Gifts" - and although at first her over poetic flowery word choice was a bit much for my dry soul, I learned to love her words - they, her words, could take scripture and etch it deeper within my heart. I think at the start I was just jealous that I couldn't write as eloquently as her.
When I started reading this book in September, I also starting writing down 3 joys, gifts, happy moments on a piece of paper. Listing out on the times that brought cheer. Some of my favorites include:
undisturbed water droplets on a yellow leaf spotted when running in the rain
squeals of laughter as the youngest plays snake and squirms down the hall after older brother
reading books to a babe with lavender smelling hair
raining Saturdays with slow non-rushed starts
parking lot conversations with new friends
chick-fil-a (gotta keep it real)
coffee
someone asking if I am okay and wanting to listen
I have now been listing for 41 days.
It's changing me. Just as Ann experienced in her highly recommended book.
Today's list:
asked to cuddle with oldest
moments to read another book
run in a long sleeve shirt clearing my head
This time of year is my favorite, but I also tend to drown in facts of my reality and loneliness. My phone lies idle, my e-mail box empty, mail box vacant, truly just alone. As an introvert, I often prefer to gain energy being alone or in small intimate groups. But this is the dark alone, not one of energy. And as every year past, as long as I can remember, time will move on and self pity will weaken transitioning into go-mode again.
So I list, and once I find my joy, I cling to it.
On occasion my oldest, who's 5, has been asking me to cuddle with him, he use to want to sleep in our bed at the start of every school year. Unknowingly I thought that it was because he missed me going back to work, he too could feel the crispness, the turning, the sense of "sighs."
Now, I realize my little-man didn't need me, God designed him because I needed to find joy. God gave me the biggest gift I could have asked for (next to transforming me and my husband into Christians). He gave me a son, who at a very young age, knows how to care.
Tonight when he asked me to cuddle him, minutes after prayers (naturally I am already tucked in my blanket with a book) I tell him I will be in in one minute, never have regretted spending time with him/
I climb the ladder to his creaky loft bed. Oh, why did we buy a loft bed? As I am climbing I tell him I am getting to big for his bed and don't want to break it. He responds with "would you like an animal, here's a blanket, you aren't too big, you are perfect."
I take the big monkey (technically it was mine from years, decades, ago) and pull the blanket up around my shoulders. We are finding peace in the midst of our chaos. I can feel his breaths slow as I know it won't take long for him to be asleep. I smell the children's toothpaste, thankful that he brushed. I kiss his sweet forehead. The same head that use to carry a huge red angel kiss birth mark. The same forehead that holds incredible thoughts and dreams.
A sweet little voice simply says "Thank you."
"Thank you for what?" I ask.
"For kissing me."
"I will always kiss you."
"Even when I am older?"
"Yes, you won't be able to stop me."
"I can't wait for you to visit me in my house when I am older."
"Yes, our visits will be grand. I love that you dream and think about your future, but don't grow up too fast."
"Why not?"
"I like you just as you are, my son, my five year old."
"Mommy, I will always be your son."
"I will always be your mommy."
With that he takes his perpetually sticky hands and holds my face. "Thank for cuddling with me." Then kisses my forehead.
No my dearest child, THANK YOU. Thank you for asking me to cuddle. Thank you for reminding me that I am needed and loved. Thank you for being joy.
PS - totally read her book. It's good. =]
Thursday, September 21, 2017
I tried - the news
Dear Heavenly Father,
My heart is tearing like the veil.
The news. Cops making MY friends, GODS children walk into on coming traffic - yelling at her and her 1 year old son. I am outraged. Protect them. ALL of them. Black lives matter - they are white but were peacefully loving their black family, neighbors, friends - their home.
The news. A local teenager took their life. A home is missing their son.
The news. Earthquakes destroying, fires burning, droughts in Africa - Mother nature is raging war globally. Homes no longer standing in existence.
The news. Our country might be bombed; by a person, another human - that others have degraded by calling him rocket man. (Because that's professional). Home of the brave we claim?
The news. Our president. Sigh. He needs prayer. Break him. Humble him. Use his loud mouth. I pray the loudness will be truth one day. So our home will continue to pray for leaders.
The news. Unwanted relations. Be with the children. Heal their hearts, bodies and mind. Make home safe again.
The news. People are fleeing. They have no home.
The news. Explaining accidents to my kindergartener, again, as we drive home.
The news. Another job loss. Another home facing foreclosure.
The news. Another child hungry. Another homeless friend.
The news. Another marriage ending. Another home torn.
The news. Another miscarriage occurred. Home is in deep sorrow.
The news. Another sick loved one; surgery, cancer, illness. Hospitals unfortunately more frequented than home.
The news.
I. Am. Overwhelmed.
The news is, I look forward to Heaven. The news will be different there. This world is not my home.
God - as you and only you search my heart, may you find the words to my prayer, for this world is falling apart one stitch at a time. Being ripped.
Thank you for the GOOD news. We fervently await your return to take us home.
God, I ask that when given the opportunity I can love people better. Feed the hungry. Welcome the stranger. Hug the hurting. Stand with the black, refugee, homeless, gay, orphaned person. God,I cry from the pits of my soul to do more.
But. I am at home. So I pray.
The news.
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
I tried - reading Mississippi Bridge [September book and updates]
September! Hooray!
This month I started an online book club/study to read Ann Voskamp's book "One Thousand Gifts"
So far, the book is going really well - in fact it is a quick read. I am doing my best to slow down, really dig deep and get into this book; not just to be a good facilitator for these women, but to find peace for myself.
Fall is my favorite, and as I am sure I have blogged before, although fall is my favorite, it is also a somewhat sad time. I just feel like I need more time to enjoy it - that it this is my time to find my pace and speed for the next season of life.
One Thousand Gifts couldn't have come at a more perfect time! Because we are reading the book over a period of 6 weeks, I wanted to keep reading other books, being engaged.
Labor Day my dad gave me a book and said it would take only 20 minutes. Well, I'm a slow reader, but it was done in less than an hour.
It is so incredibly relevant to today. How, even today, there are people who are teaching their children hatred (and some do it without even knowing they are!). But for some children, they will "rebel" and fight for what they want to understand better - loving people.
The ending is great! No spoilers here, just read the book yourself!
Believe me, it reminds me of the story of the Old Man his White Horse - Perspective.
Perspective is everything.
This book hurt me to read, how people are so ignorant and unkind. Perspective.
I am torn between wishing I lived in a previous time period or not. That I would be an activist, if I didn't get myself killed. Perspective.
The ending. Perspective.
So, Here's to a great month. A great season. A season of peace and gifts. A season to love and be present. A season to be outside, reading, educating and helping others.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
I tried - fighting {Who are you fighting for}
A little bit about me - for vulnerability opens hearts of others.
I am loyal to a fault,
and stubborn.
Favor the underdog.
Going against the norm, is my norm.
I ask tough questions,
Should our president's actions and words need so much defense? A person of authority, leadership, great power, constant media coverage - constantly needing defense. I don't need memes or youtube videos to hear the words that come from his mouth or see the "tweets" he post.
Later, this same word war, it was stated in my direction that if liberals weren't so closed minded and would see the truth and just listen for once that we wouldn't miss it. *heavy sigh* little do we know about each other. Bubble living.
Who are you fighting for?
If you are asking someone to look for truth, but then do not welcome their comments, thoughts, insight, personal beliefs.... are you walking the walk or just talking the talk?
I was in tears over this conversation.
Angry tears.
Hurtful tears.
Mourning for their soul tears.
These people that I care about, and yes the strangers on this feed, are missing it.
Who are you fighting for?
As you fight for the president....
Who's fighting for
As I look back at these last few days, I have to remember that I am not here to fight for the President who has dug his own pits. The only way I will fight for him is through prayer.
But I am hear to fight the good fight. At least that is what I am trying.
I am loyal to a fault,
and stubborn.
Favor the underdog.
Going against the norm, is my norm.
I ask tough questions,
making people mad and uncomfortable.
Believe in justice on all levels.
Believe in justice on all levels.
I am a white, working mom.
My heart is elastic.
I love quickly, deeply and hard.
When I am hurt, I rationalize the situation to pieces.
Over thinking is my hurdle.
If you hurt others, I hurt for you.
I do not believe in the death penalty.
I do not believe in war or harming others.
I do believe that love will win.
More times than not I feel very alone in this world.
Holding on to Joshua 1:9.
Taking care of others is my passion.
If I am not careful, my words are sharper than arrows.
One of my favorite scriptures is Romans 12: 9 - 21 (and many more).
My dad thought I was going to be a lawyer, I am a fighter.
My heart is elastic.
I love quickly, deeply and hard.
When I am hurt, I rationalize the situation to pieces.
Over thinking is my hurdle.
If you hurt others, I hurt for you.
I do not believe in the death penalty.
I do not believe in war or harming others.
I do believe that love will win.
More times than not I feel very alone in this world.
Holding on to Joshua 1:9.
Taking care of others is my passion.
If I am not careful, my words are sharper than arrows.
One of my favorite scriptures is Romans 12: 9 - 21 (and many more).
My dad thought I was going to be a lawyer, I am a fighter.
Now, I am a teacher.
Earlier this week I got into one of those fun "word wars" on facebook feeds. With a family member. A lot of hurtful words were thrown my way, including the twisting of what I said; topics that were not even being debated were brought up - low easy blows - from a person who doesn't know my story.
I finally, said my peace and stopped responding. Other people have since made comments; the carrot is in front me, waiting for me to nibble. I have, on occasion, even typed up a response - pausing and deleting it as God asks me to.
My heart is heavy. I have learned that if something bothers me long enough, that I need to share; regardless of if anyone agrees with me. With enough prayer and honesty, I know God will be searching my heart one day; as he will do with others. It's not my job to soul check others. Gotta keep me in check.
I can't get over something that was said to me. "You claim you're a Christian and you're standing up for injustice? No that's what I'm doing, defending president Trump, showing that he was never racist until he ran for president, and defending him from liberals and the media who have nothing better to do but insult him with impunity." -JM
Who are you fighting for?
I finally, said my peace and stopped responding. Other people have since made comments; the carrot is in front me, waiting for me to nibble. I have, on occasion, even typed up a response - pausing and deleting it as God asks me to.
My heart is heavy. I have learned that if something bothers me long enough, that I need to share; regardless of if anyone agrees with me. With enough prayer and honesty, I know God will be searching my heart one day; as he will do with others. It's not my job to soul check others. Gotta keep me in check.
I can't get over something that was said to me. "You claim you're a Christian and you're standing up for injustice? No that's what I'm doing, defending president Trump, showing that he was never racist until he ran for president, and defending him from liberals and the media who have nothing better to do but insult him with impunity." -JM
Who are you fighting for?
Should our president's actions and words need so much defense? A person of authority, leadership, great power, constant media coverage - constantly needing defense. I don't need memes or youtube videos to hear the words that come from his mouth or see the "tweets" he post.
Later, this same word war, it was stated in my direction that if liberals weren't so closed minded and would see the truth and just listen for once that we wouldn't miss it. *heavy sigh* little do we know about each other. Bubble living.
Who are you fighting for?
If you are asking someone to look for truth, but then do not welcome their comments, thoughts, insight, personal beliefs.... are you walking the walk or just talking the talk?
I was in tears over this conversation.
Angry tears.
Hurtful tears.
Mourning for their soul tears.
These people that I care about, and yes the strangers on this feed, are missing it.
Who are you fighting for?
As you fight for the president....
Who's fighting for
the poor?
the oppressed?
the refugee?
the orphan?
the sick?
the homeless?
the gay?
the widow?
the widow?
the porn addict?
the prostitute?
the prostitute?
the neighbor?
the least of these?
(Matthew 25:40)
As I look back at these last few days, I have to remember that I am not here to fight for the President who has dug his own pits. The only way I will fight for him is through prayer.
But I am hear to fight the good fight. At least that is what I am trying.
Monday, July 17, 2017
I tried - being mentorable {open letter to my future mentor}
Dear Future Mentor,
Thank you. I have needed you for some time. I needed you without even knowing it was you, or the idea of a mentor. I needed you more than I realized.
See, I feel as if I am in a weird spot in the church. I don't feel like I belong. I did not grow up in the church that we are going to, so my roots are more shallow than others. I did not attend the Christian college, as my husband and friends did, feeling as I orbit their social circle. I have a "worldly" job... I mean ministry... ahh, whatever teaching is these days, which does not allow a lot of time to do do "mom" things or minister to others. It's weird for I have a loving mom and great friends, but I am missing...
missing you.
I need guidance spiritually.
I need wisdom that challenges me.
I need patience, strength, calm, investment.
I need cared for.
I need you.
As I currently write you, my family is going through a season of transition. A time of reflection and re-centering our lives back to God's plan. A time of waiting to see what is in store. Prior to this season I had directly asked several (4) women to be my mentors, and asked handful of other women to just hang out - but it always falls through. Some of these women graciously turned me down with positive answers. Some didn't really have the time, respectively.
But I truly, prayerfully plead for someone to reach my hand and say "it is I that will get coffee with you! Listen. Talk. Pray. Check-in. Invest." Okay, you don't have to talk like that. I promise.
Mentoring is an odd topic to talk about in the church. Sometimes it happens organically, very natural. Other times it is forced. I pray that whomever gets paired with me, it is a relationship that happens naturally, God driven.
See, I am a mess. To my peers, it might appear that I am put together. Got all the answers. Life is grand. But, I am human. Just as my blog title states, I am trying. Honestly, I don't know what I am doing from day to day. Grasping at straws.
I know once this season of transition changes, there might be more time and opportunity for investment.
A few weeks ago I was talking to an older lady about my parents helping take care of my children as we were at a conference she said "at least you have your parents, we always lived so far from family." I just wanted to respond with, "but you had the church. You had people come to you and watch your kiddos to give you a break. Bring you a meal. Pray with you. Call you to see how you were. Being a mother is hard. Working in a church is hard." But I just acknowledged the truth that I am thankful that we are currently close living to my family.
A year ago I had a friend talk about how she doesn't have many deep relationships or mentors and how she wishes her mom lived closer. Yet, in the same conversation I could count on two hands the older women in her life. ASKING to babysit her new baby. ASKING to clean her house or offer help. ASKING her over for coffee and conversation. Yet it appeared that she is oblivious to all the good she had.
J
Future mentor, or can I call you friend. I am a bit bitter. I don't want to be. I ask God to help soften my heart. To give me courage to ask the right women to be apart of my life. But as a horse chases a carrot on the stick, I am always just a tad short.
So future mentor, future church. Thank you.
Thank you for loving me, the messy me. The real me. The speaks before she thinks me.
Thank you for loving my family. Challenging us to be humble kingdom workers.
Thank you for taking time out of your busy life to acknowledge that I exist.
That's all that is takes.
Letting people know that they are important.
I do my best to be intentional with my friends. But having someone who has gone before me, to hold my hand through prayer, tears, excitement and opportunities is who I am looking for. (holding my hand can be figuratively - don't want to make anyone, myself included, uncomfortable).
If you are an older woman, regardless of age, who are you investing in? The generation younger than you? The new mom? A student? A babysitter?
Dear future mentor.
I needed you.
I wait for you.
I appreciate you.
I appreciate God's timing of you.
With love,
Megan
Thank you. I have needed you for some time. I needed you without even knowing it was you, or the idea of a mentor. I needed you more than I realized.
See, I feel as if I am in a weird spot in the church. I don't feel like I belong. I did not grow up in the church that we are going to, so my roots are more shallow than others. I did not attend the Christian college, as my husband and friends did, feeling as I orbit their social circle. I have a "worldly" job... I mean ministry... ahh, whatever teaching is these days, which does not allow a lot of time to do do "mom" things or minister to others. It's weird for I have a loving mom and great friends, but I am missing...
missing you.
I need guidance spiritually.
I need wisdom that challenges me.
I need patience, strength, calm, investment.
I need cared for.
I need you.
As I currently write you, my family is going through a season of transition. A time of reflection and re-centering our lives back to God's plan. A time of waiting to see what is in store. Prior to this season I had directly asked several (4) women to be my mentors, and asked handful of other women to just hang out - but it always falls through. Some of these women graciously turned me down with positive answers. Some didn't really have the time, respectively.
But I truly, prayerfully plead for someone to reach my hand and say "it is I that will get coffee with you! Listen. Talk. Pray. Check-in. Invest." Okay, you don't have to talk like that. I promise.
Mentoring is an odd topic to talk about in the church. Sometimes it happens organically, very natural. Other times it is forced. I pray that whomever gets paired with me, it is a relationship that happens naturally, God driven.
See, I am a mess. To my peers, it might appear that I am put together. Got all the answers. Life is grand. But, I am human. Just as my blog title states, I am trying. Honestly, I don't know what I am doing from day to day. Grasping at straws.
I know once this season of transition changes, there might be more time and opportunity for investment.
A few weeks ago I was talking to an older lady about my parents helping take care of my children as we were at a conference she said "at least you have your parents, we always lived so far from family." I just wanted to respond with, "but you had the church. You had people come to you and watch your kiddos to give you a break. Bring you a meal. Pray with you. Call you to see how you were. Being a mother is hard. Working in a church is hard." But I just acknowledged the truth that I am thankful that we are currently close living to my family.
A year ago I had a friend talk about how she doesn't have many deep relationships or mentors and how she wishes her mom lived closer. Yet, in the same conversation I could count on two hands the older women in her life. ASKING to babysit her new baby. ASKING to clean her house or offer help. ASKING her over for coffee and conversation. Yet it appeared that she is oblivious to all the good she had.
J
Future mentor, or can I call you friend. I am a bit bitter. I don't want to be. I ask God to help soften my heart. To give me courage to ask the right women to be apart of my life. But as a horse chases a carrot on the stick, I am always just a tad short.
So future mentor, future church. Thank you.
Thank you for loving me, the messy me. The real me. The speaks before she thinks me.
Thank you for loving my family. Challenging us to be humble kingdom workers.
Thank you for taking time out of your busy life to acknowledge that I exist.
That's all that is takes.
Letting people know that they are important.
I do my best to be intentional with my friends. But having someone who has gone before me, to hold my hand through prayer, tears, excitement and opportunities is who I am looking for. (holding my hand can be figuratively - don't want to make anyone, myself included, uncomfortable).
If you are an older woman, regardless of age, who are you investing in? The generation younger than you? The new mom? A student? A babysitter?
Dear future mentor.
I needed you.
I wait for you.
I appreciate you.
I appreciate God's timing of you.
With love,
Megan
Freebie Find: 100 Questions and mentor conversation topics - to make this mentoring thing easier on all of us. =]
I tried - reading Messy Grace [July's Book Review]
A while back I, like more years than I can remember, I started and almost finished reading Messy Grace by Caleb Kaltenbach but for some reason I stopped reading it, in fact I let other people borrow it!
At the end of June I had the honor hearing Caleb speak and I decided that I must finish his book for July; it wasn't a difficult task.
"Can someone be gay and go to heaven? I think if we're going to ask that question, then we have to ask if someone can be an alcoholic and go to heaven? Can someone be addicted to drugs and go to heaven? Can someone be a gossip and go to heaven? Can someone be a worrier and go to heaven? Can someone be jealous of others and go to heaven? Can someone be an arrogant know-it-all Christian and go to heaven?"
Spoiler alert - that was the fourth to the last page in his book. But it gets my point across.
Messy Grace is Caleb's story and journey of growing up with gay parents, learning to hate Christians, then later becoming a Christian and serving pastor.
I love this book. The first time I started to read it, and the second time. It's full of thought provoking ideas, truth woven statements, and pieces of little "ah-ha!" nuggets. The title says it all. Grace is messy. The church is messy. Being a Christian is messy. So how come we do such a horrible job at loving our gay neighbor, our gay child, our gay parent or co-worker? Are they not human too?
Although he was more focused on loving the gay community, I couldn't help but also apply everything he wrote to other communities that Christians sometimes struggle with loving. The quote above could also include, in my opinion, can someone be a liberal and go to heaven? Can someone be republican and go to heaven? Can someone have tattoos and go to heaven? Can someone born in a Muslim family go to heaven? Can someone who is black go to heaven? Can someone who is a cop go to heaven? Can someone who is a soldier go to heaven? Can someone who works for an abortion clinic go to heaven?
The very same page he writes, "Most Christians I know wouldn't have an issue with saying that any one of those people could go to heaven (talking about gossip, etc), but for some reason, when it comes to homosexuality, some think that is too tall of an order for God. I think it's because their view of God is too small. He's calling everyone into this kingdom all the time, as hard as that may be for us to believe."
This summer I also participated, well... attempted to participate in, a Beth Moore study called "Entrusted." On page 106 of her workbook she writes, "Have you ever wondered how we Christians get away with some of the things we do? We rename the sin something noble. We call gossip informing, judgement discernment, misogyny authority, anger righteous indignation, lust appreciation, arrogance confidence, profanity passion, and hate debate, and voila, misconduct gets reframed as Christian duty."
I urge everyone to read this book, and truly seek their own hearts, get to know someone from the gay community, truly know them, don't fear them... they are people too! My biggest fear or worry (and I know I shouldn't have any, for God is bigger than even my own small fears) is that the people who truly NEED to read this book, won't give it a second glance. That more often than not, the ones reading Messy Grace are already trying to love their gay Christian and non-Christian friends. But this is just me making an assumption, which is not healthy either.
So, I challenge you, regardless of where you stand on your beliefs of homosexuality in the church, to read this book. Not just read it, but come to it with an open mind and ask God for it to touch your heart. That your heart can reflect God's heart, one full of love and grace (even if it is messy).
At the end of June I had the honor hearing Caleb speak and I decided that I must finish his book for July; it wasn't a difficult task.
"Can someone be gay and go to heaven? I think if we're going to ask that question, then we have to ask if someone can be an alcoholic and go to heaven? Can someone be addicted to drugs and go to heaven? Can someone be a gossip and go to heaven? Can someone be a worrier and go to heaven? Can someone be jealous of others and go to heaven? Can someone be an arrogant know-it-all Christian and go to heaven?"
Spoiler alert - that was the fourth to the last page in his book. But it gets my point across.
Messy Grace is Caleb's story and journey of growing up with gay parents, learning to hate Christians, then later becoming a Christian and serving pastor.
I love this book. The first time I started to read it, and the second time. It's full of thought provoking ideas, truth woven statements, and pieces of little "ah-ha!" nuggets. The title says it all. Grace is messy. The church is messy. Being a Christian is messy. So how come we do such a horrible job at loving our gay neighbor, our gay child, our gay parent or co-worker? Are they not human too?
Although he was more focused on loving the gay community, I couldn't help but also apply everything he wrote to other communities that Christians sometimes struggle with loving. The quote above could also include, in my opinion, can someone be a liberal and go to heaven? Can someone be republican and go to heaven? Can someone have tattoos and go to heaven? Can someone born in a Muslim family go to heaven? Can someone who is black go to heaven? Can someone who is a cop go to heaven? Can someone who is a soldier go to heaven? Can someone who works for an abortion clinic go to heaven?
Can someone who disagrees with me go to heaven?
The very same page he writes, "Most Christians I know wouldn't have an issue with saying that any one of those people could go to heaven (talking about gossip, etc), but for some reason, when it comes to homosexuality, some think that is too tall of an order for God. I think it's because their view of God is too small. He's calling everyone into this kingdom all the time, as hard as that may be for us to believe."
This summer I also participated, well... attempted to participate in, a Beth Moore study called "Entrusted." On page 106 of her workbook she writes, "Have you ever wondered how we Christians get away with some of the things we do? We rename the sin something noble. We call gossip informing, judgement discernment, misogyny authority, anger righteous indignation, lust appreciation, arrogance confidence, profanity passion, and hate debate, and voila, misconduct gets reframed as Christian duty."
By renaming our sin, we simultaneously are trying to let others know that their sin is worse than ours. But, sin is sin. And love is love.
(My favorite is Romans 9:12-21)
I urge everyone to read this book, and truly seek their own hearts, get to know someone from the gay community, truly know them, don't fear them... they are people too! My biggest fear or worry (and I know I shouldn't have any, for God is bigger than even my own small fears) is that the people who truly NEED to read this book, won't give it a second glance. That more often than not, the ones reading Messy Grace are already trying to love their gay Christian and non-Christian friends. But this is just me making an assumption, which is not healthy either.
So, I challenge you, regardless of where you stand on your beliefs of homosexuality in the church, to read this book. Not just read it, but come to it with an open mind and ask God for it to touch your heart. That your heart can reflect God's heart, one full of love and grace (even if it is messy).
~*~
To my LBTQ co-worker, friends, family, I am sorry if you have been hurt by the church. The church is not a place of perfection, but a place of brokenness. Our identities should be mirrors reflecting Christ, not our own thoughts and ambitions. If you (homosexual or heterosexual) have been hurt by the church and need to talk, I will listen. You are loved.
Sunday, July 2, 2017
I tried - resting {finding peace in chaos - July's goals}
I realized that I never made a post over June goals. Therefore, I can not make a post about how June went. (went really well!) When I started to type this post, I thought it was going to be a simple post over July's goals and what's happening in my corner of the world.
But then I realized that all of my goals reflect back to what I heard at church this morning.
Over all he was preaching about Jeremiah 17 and 18 and how that sometimes our plans are interrupted to get our attention (disobedience) or because God wants to remake us, for He is the potter and we are His clay.
It really was the perfect sermon for me to hear. God's perfect timing too. I have been reflecting on the word "PAUSE" and what that means for me and our current family situation and environment.
It seemed like several of my July goals are related to reflecting more on life. Stepping back. Stepping down. Stepping outside, holding hands of little' more. Stepping in tune with others.
Book:
July I am going to re-read/finish "Messy Grace" by Caleb Kaltenbach. Recently I heard him speak and was drawn again to his story and wisdom of how to better love our gay neighbors. I figure this would be a quicker read the second time around and if time allows would like to read "Hoot" by Carl Hiaasen - a middle school novel my dad told me to read in a day. We shall see!
Health:
I am going to continue to do my version of "weight watchers" - watching macros, meaning I am eating very clean foods - low sugar, carb, processed. I am currently finishing up a four week Diet Bet game with some local friends. I have to loose one more pound this week to make sure that I get my money back (possibly make some too). I plan on investing the money I make into a different game.
Scripture:
June I was focusing on reading and studying 2nd Timothy because of my study, "Entrusted" by Beth Moore. Now that that is wrapping up I will be going back to my weekly scripture focus.
Back to memorizing, or at least focusing and meditating on for the July week's:
Exodus 14:14
2 Corinthians 9:6
Habakkuk 2:20
1 Samuel 12:16
Challenges:
Continue to eat healthy. I am also 12 days into a physical challenge (squats, pushups, plank and crunches) and would like to finish that out.
My two biggest challenges and habits that I want to create this month are;
1) Wake up before the boys at least 4 days a week - even if it's just 15 minutes before. The trick to this is the fact that it IS summer and our boys don't have a strict waking time from summer schedules. It is typically after 7:30.
2) I want to spend LESS time on my phone. That's it. See what's around me more.
But then I realized that all of my goals reflect back to what I heard at church this morning.
"Shattered plans are often the result of our poor choices or God's sovereign will." - Dr. Mark Scott.
Over all he was preaching about Jeremiah 17 and 18 and how that sometimes our plans are interrupted to get our attention (disobedience) or because God wants to remake us, for He is the potter and we are His clay.
It really was the perfect sermon for me to hear. God's perfect timing too. I have been reflecting on the word "PAUSE" and what that means for me and our current family situation and environment.
It seemed like several of my July goals are related to reflecting more on life. Stepping back. Stepping down. Stepping outside, holding hands of little' more. Stepping in tune with others.
Book:
July I am going to re-read/finish "Messy Grace" by Caleb Kaltenbach. Recently I heard him speak and was drawn again to his story and wisdom of how to better love our gay neighbors. I figure this would be a quicker read the second time around and if time allows would like to read "Hoot" by Carl Hiaasen - a middle school novel my dad told me to read in a day. We shall see!
Health:
I am going to continue to do my version of "weight watchers" - watching macros, meaning I am eating very clean foods - low sugar, carb, processed. I am currently finishing up a four week Diet Bet game with some local friends. I have to loose one more pound this week to make sure that I get my money back (possibly make some too). I plan on investing the money I make into a different game.
Scripture:
June I was focusing on reading and studying 2nd Timothy because of my study, "Entrusted" by Beth Moore. Now that that is wrapping up I will be going back to my weekly scripture focus.
Back to memorizing, or at least focusing and meditating on for the July week's:
Exodus 14:14
2 Corinthians 9:6
Habakkuk 2:20
1 Samuel 12:16
Challenges:
Continue to eat healthy. I am also 12 days into a physical challenge (squats, pushups, plank and crunches) and would like to finish that out.
My two biggest challenges and habits that I want to create this month are;
1) Wake up before the boys at least 4 days a week - even if it's just 15 minutes before. The trick to this is the fact that it IS summer and our boys don't have a strict waking time from summer schedules. It is typically after 7:30.
2) I want to spend LESS time on my phone. That's it. See what's around me more.
Pause. Breathe. Repeat.
I tried - reading 7 women [June's book review]
At the start of June I joined a Bible study over 2nd Timothy. As we were meeting the women, in those sometimes awkward situations, I had to answer and discuss the question of, "which famous person would you like to spend time with?"
One of the women I was interviewing mentioned that her woman of choice was a result of reading the book "7 Women" - so I made a mental note .....okay, I did write it down too....
A few weeks later at the library with my boys I remembered the book and thought, why not. I need to start reading something for June!
One of the women I was interviewing mentioned that her woman of choice was a result of reading the book "7 Women" - so I made a mental note .....okay, I did write it down too....
A few weeks later at the library with my boys I remembered the book and thought, why not. I need to start reading something for June!
I strongly urge all people to pick up this book. It really makes you reflect on the life at which we have been given. This is not Eric Metaxas first biography. He has also written over Bonhoeffer and a title called 7 Men. Given time, I am interested in reading 7 Men as well.
The seven women that Eric chose to write over and were also the following seven chapters: Joan of Arc, Susanna Wesley, Hannah More, Saint Maria of Pairs, Corrie ten Boom, Rosa Parks and Mother Theresa. Of these seven women, I was familiar of 3 of them.
Honestly, of these women (and I'm sure there are so many others..... watch the film "Hidden Figures" please!) but of these women I could not pick a favorite.
I have always been drawn to the Holocaust and WWII - so the stories of the rebel Saint Maria of Pairs and Corrie ten Boom intrigued me greatly (not your Anne Frank story). Their selflessness. Their style. Their fearlessness.
Susanna Wesley and Hannah More had interesting stories relating to church and which movements started to develop - and their desire to educate all people.
I am passionate about justice and human rights, so learning more of Rosa Parks and her life was fascinating. And honestly, the fact that we aren't so far from her story still breaks my heart.
Mother Theresa was a name I knew, so seeing her heart being poured out on pages was beautiful. Her hurt for all people was by far inspiring.
Warnings - if you do read this - be ware that the first chapter, Joan of Arc, was difficult for me to get through. I am not familiar with French (anything) and war words. But the rest of the book wasn't as 'dry'. Also, it really.... really.... REALLY bothered me that it was not 100% chronological. Even in his writings he would mention siblings, but write their birthdays out of order, or by significance, I'm not really for sure. The lack of linear-ness was frustrating at times, but not frequent enough for me to stop reading it. Main example, Rosa Parks was born after Mother Theresa, but Rosa came before Mother Theresa in his book - but all the other women where in order of birth.
Please don't let my pickiness stop you from picking up this great book.
Honestly, of these women (and I'm sure there are so many others..... watch the film "Hidden Figures" please!) but of these women I could not pick a favorite.
I have always been drawn to the Holocaust and WWII - so the stories of the rebel Saint Maria of Pairs and Corrie ten Boom intrigued me greatly (not your Anne Frank story). Their selflessness. Their style. Their fearlessness.
Susanna Wesley and Hannah More had interesting stories relating to church and which movements started to develop - and their desire to educate all people.
I am passionate about justice and human rights, so learning more of Rosa Parks and her life was fascinating. And honestly, the fact that we aren't so far from her story still breaks my heart.
Mother Theresa was a name I knew, so seeing her heart being poured out on pages was beautiful. Her hurt for all people was by far inspiring.
Warnings - if you do read this - be ware that the first chapter, Joan of Arc, was difficult for me to get through. I am not familiar with French (anything) and war words. But the rest of the book wasn't as 'dry'. Also, it really.... really.... REALLY bothered me that it was not 100% chronological. Even in his writings he would mention siblings, but write their birthdays out of order, or by significance, I'm not really for sure. The lack of linear-ness was frustrating at times, but not frequent enough for me to stop reading it. Main example, Rosa Parks was born after Mother Theresa, but Rosa came before Mother Theresa in his book - but all the other women where in order of birth.
Please don't let my pickiness stop you from picking up this great book.
Saturday, June 10, 2017
I tried - reading Present Over Perfect [May's book review]
Summer - we are in full swing of long nights, grilling with friends, park dates, fresh produce, and bug bites! But we love our summer. With summer also comes a different pace; main reason for my May book review a weekish late.
May's book was going to be the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis - honestly, I didn't read it. I was struggling getting into it. I am not for sure if it was the season I mentally was in (finishing up teaching, planning my husband's graduation party, transitions) or what. But it wasn't pulling me deep into it's pages.
At the end of May, Jeremiah got the book Present Over Perfect by Shauna Niequist
May's book was going to be the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis - honestly, I didn't read it. I was struggling getting into it. I am not for sure if it was the season I mentally was in (finishing up teaching, planning my husband's graduation party, transitions) or what. But it wasn't pulling me deep into it's pages.
At the end of May, Jeremiah got the book Present Over Perfect by Shauna Niequist
This was a wonderful book to read right before summer. Shauna is an older version of me. Like I am pretty sure we are related somehow. Hopefully that's not an insult to her. Seriously, she loves cooking and gathering around the table, being intentional with making sure to feed people. Her place to recharge is by a river, or a small simplistic house but yet she's drawn deeply to live in a bustling city. She is not perfect by social media's standards when it comes to size - but absolutely gorgeous she is! She has two boys (yes, I understand that) her husband is a worship leader (check). She obviously enjoys writing - girl, we are sisters!
I am so thankful to have read her book, for I can see myself living another 10 years doing everything wrong. Okay, everything wrong is a bit extreme. But I can give myself grace!
I am so thankful to have read her book, for I can see myself living another 10 years doing everything wrong. Okay, everything wrong is a bit extreme. But I can give myself grace!
Her book is written with a short-essay style. The chapters, very brief, were her stories and they filled my heart.
Shortly into her book I felt myself nodding along with her thinking "me too" or laughing with her for something I can see myself doing. I was relating to her as she kept saying she was the responsible one, therefore she kept taking on more and more and more.
It made me reflect on a conference I recently went to back in April where we discussed spinning plates - and at some point, something will give and break.
Shortly into her book I felt myself nodding along with her thinking "me too" or laughing with her for something I can see myself doing. I was relating to her as she kept saying she was the responsible one, therefore she kept taking on more and more and more.
It made me reflect on a conference I recently went to back in April where we discussed spinning plates - and at some point, something will give and break.
She stated on page 102 "This is actually my life, and it doesn't matter one bit if it would be lovely for someone else to live. What does matter; does it feel congruent with how God made me and called me?"
That hit home hard.
I have the ability to remake myself. Look again at where and who God is calling me to be. I do not have to always feel like I should meet everyone's expectations - except God's (and his is really the only one that matters).
This summer, as my boys tug on my shirt to get another 'dink' (drink) or want to hit one more ball in the yard, I am going to pause and practice being present. For as I searching for my calling or pray for my families next move - I can be present. There will always be dishes, laundry, media, things that can eat up our times.
This summer, as my boys tug on my shirt to get another 'dink' (drink) or want to hit one more ball in the yard, I am going to pause and practice being present. For as I searching for my calling or pray for my families next move - I can be present. There will always be dishes, laundry, media, things that can eat up our times.
Chores are not my calling.
Tasks are not valued.
Tasks are not valued.
The choice to love is my calling.
People are valued.
I am going to remake myself through pauses.
I am going to practice being present.
I am going to love
and let my soul be free.
and let my soul be free.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
I tried - reading Women of the Word:How to Study the Bible with Both Our Hearts and Our Minds [Book Review]
Okay, I hate lies.
I can't really say I truly read the book Women of the Word. I read the first few chapters and then started to skim. Here's why.... in one of my groups we had a lady speak about how to study your Bible and she referenced (and gave credit) to this book. I just couldn't face spending time on something that I have already taken notes over.
Women of the Word:How to Study the Bible with Both Our Hearts and Our Minds written by Jen Wilkin is an incredibly short book, to the point, helpful but not shameful. Jen is truly passionate about helping women understand the word better.
I also found this PDF for anyone who would like to do a more in depth study over Jen's book.
Like I mentioned, I took notes from a wonderful mentor, who prior to the session, encouraged us to read the book. Here is the google doc on my notes.
Some highlights from the document:
5 P’s to studying the Bible:
Purpose - meta narrative, keep in mind the overarching story of the Bible.
Purpose - meta narrative, keep in mind the overarching story of the Bible.
Perspective - archaeologist dig into the word - who wrote it? Who was it written for? What genre? What is happening in the world at the time? When did it take place? What was it written?
Patients - don’t give up when you don’t understand, enjoy the process and know that no man will fully understand the beauty of His Word. This will take time. Slowly form a habit so when you slip up you start up again.
Process - as you are reading and process information ask yourself these three questions 1) what does it say/comprehension? 2) what does it mean/interpretation? 3) how should it change me/application?
Prayer - you can’t be successful in studying your Bible if you don’t read. Practice makes permanent. Wednesday, February 22, 2017
I tried - being spiritually emotional
I posted a question on facebook the other day about if your emotional level equates that of your spiritual level?
I was pleased with the responses I got; well they at least reassured me that I wasn't crazy.
See, I am not emotional. I don't cry at the sad-puppy dog eyes (those commercials are too much cheese for me - seriously, there are people dying and starving and we are worried about a dog. People first - but that's another soap box another time). Right there, that statement, some of you read and thought "she has no heart" how can she? She can, because of rationalization and facts.
I operate on numbers, data and facts. Not feelers.
Don't get empathy and sympathy mixed up. "To sum up the differences between the most commonly used meanings of these two terms: sympathy is feeling compassion, sorrow or pity for the hardships that another person encounters, while empathy is putting yourself in the shoes of another." - when you google search "empathy vs sympathy."
I have compassion, specially for people. But I am of the nature that instead of joining in the person's emotion, I am searching for ways to help find a solution. I have sympathy, and can understand your heartache, your pain, or your overwhelming joy - but I will not enable or join you on the journey with your emotions.
I didn't cry when I got married - and thought I was weird.
I didn't cry when either of my boys were born. Thought I was weird.
I cry out of frustration. When you get so mad, you just bubble over and scream (not at people, just to let the tension out).
I cry when my facts and numbers "don't add up" and I can't "logic" or "reason" my way through a situation.
I cried when people died - why? Why now? Why them? Why me? (It didn't add up to me)
I cried when I couldn't handle a puppy for three days. So frustrated. Mad. I'm smarter than this. I should have been able to make dinner, love on two boys, and help a puppy not poop and pee in our house 5 times.
I cried when I was told by a peer group that they didn't think I was a Christian. I was confused, frustrated, betrayed and hurt.
I have had several people share that they value my red. Or that they come to me to help them sort through their emotions to find a solution. I do my best to not let my 'redness' not over take the other parts of me. For I find blue, yellow and white within me too and they have equal importance. A time and place.
I strive for balance.
But for a brief second I was worried.
I was worried that I was out of balance to my peer group again.
Do people (other Christians more specifically) look at my lack of emotions as lack of spirituality or Christianity. To be a "good spiritual Christian" should I cry more?
When I posted this on facebook people, in summary, said that we are made the way we are. We are made to be different, and that is good.
*sigh* I can breathe again. I am okay.
I might connect to my religion and faith differently than that of a person who is "yellow" or "blue" - but there is no one that can judge me, for I have a righteous judge - in the end.
I might show my emotions differently than other people; but that's okay. Just like a rainbow, we are all needed to make the world more beautiful.
I am glad that God made me a person who is good at being a leader, using facts - this allows for me to excel in my job and better teach my students. If it wasn't for my redness, I personally believe, in my opinion my house wouldn't be in the shape that it is - for efficiency is something I strive for.
But, like anyone - my new goal is not to worry about what others think of me but just make sure that my red isn't too sharp. I don't want to hurt people with my lack of feelers. I want to find that balance to be more disciplined to be a better kingdom builder.
What are your thoughts? Do you feel like the color code is accurate? Do you think your spiritual maturity can be seen by other's, does it matter?
I was pleased with the responses I got; well they at least reassured me that I wasn't crazy.
See, I am not emotional. I don't cry at the sad-puppy dog eyes (those commercials are too much cheese for me - seriously, there are people dying and starving and we are worried about a dog. People first - but that's another soap box another time). Right there, that statement, some of you read and thought "she has no heart" how can she? She can, because of rationalization and facts.
I operate on numbers, data and facts. Not feelers.
Don't get empathy and sympathy mixed up. "To sum up the differences between the most commonly used meanings of these two terms: sympathy is feeling compassion, sorrow or pity for the hardships that another person encounters, while empathy is putting yourself in the shoes of another." - when you google search "empathy vs sympathy."
I have compassion, specially for people. But I am of the nature that instead of joining in the person's emotion, I am searching for ways to help find a solution. I have sympathy, and can understand your heartache, your pain, or your overwhelming joy - but I will not enable or join you on the journey with your emotions.
I didn't cry when I got married - and thought I was weird.
I didn't cry when either of my boys were born. Thought I was weird.
I cry out of frustration. When you get so mad, you just bubble over and scream (not at people, just to let the tension out).
I cry when my facts and numbers "don't add up" and I can't "logic" or "reason" my way through a situation.
I cried when people died - why? Why now? Why them? Why me? (It didn't add up to me)
I cried when I couldn't handle a puppy for three days. So frustrated. Mad. I'm smarter than this. I should have been able to make dinner, love on two boys, and help a puppy not poop and pee in our house 5 times.
I cried when I was told by a peer group that they didn't think I was a Christian. I was confused, frustrated, betrayed and hurt.
You can click here to take the color code if you'd like.
I strive for balance.
But for a brief second I was worried.
I was worried that I was out of balance to my peer group again.
Do people (other Christians more specifically) look at my lack of emotions as lack of spirituality or Christianity. To be a "good spiritual Christian" should I cry more?
When I posted this on facebook people, in summary, said that we are made the way we are. We are made to be different, and that is good.
*sigh* I can breathe again. I am okay.
I might connect to my religion and faith differently than that of a person who is "yellow" or "blue" - but there is no one that can judge me, for I have a righteous judge - in the end.
I might show my emotions differently than other people; but that's okay. Just like a rainbow, we are all needed to make the world more beautiful.
I am glad that God made me a person who is good at being a leader, using facts - this allows for me to excel in my job and better teach my students. If it wasn't for my redness, I personally believe, in my opinion my house wouldn't be in the shape that it is - for efficiency is something I strive for.
But, like anyone - my new goal is not to worry about what others think of me but just make sure that my red isn't too sharp. I don't want to hurt people with my lack of feelers. I want to find that balance to be more disciplined to be a better kingdom builder.
My lack of emotion does not equate to my spiritual maturity.
What are your thoughts? Do you feel like the color code is accurate? Do you think your spiritual maturity can be seen by other's, does it matter?
Friday, January 13, 2017
I tried - dreaming big
At the start of the year, I had made a template and was all excited about my check-boxes, and lists, and pretty little bullet-points. Then reality hit.
I have too much to do.
I'm a working mom who loves to help. Here's what my day looks like:
Leave the house by 7:15 (which is kinda late) with Gideon. We eat breakfast in the car.
Entertain, I mean teach, 140 kiddos for several hours. Until 3:30 or 4:30 on tutoring days.
Go get Gideon
Go get Soren.
Get home. It's almost 5.
Somehow I make dinner while trying to please the several demands of my two boys. (Jeremiah is at work until 7 most nights).
Eat dinner.
Give boys baths.
Play and read with boys while trying to manage other small tasks (mail, etc).
Boys to bed - on a good night - both are asleep by 8:30. A good night.
Do dishes, pick up, clean up, turn around. Repeat... it's like the "electric slide" but, for moms.
Maybe complain to my husband here and there.
Sit on the couch. It's now almost 10.
No sweat. I'm ambitious. I can read the Bible, read some of a book, do a little work out (because my running has gone down hill), have time to socialize on social media. Yeah right!?
I'm tired.
I am helping out with a church event that requires a lot of time. I was asked to share my testimony on two topics. I keep questioning on what and how to write. Praying for the correct words. Not enough words - come back tomorrow and try again. Plus several other tasks that I am honored to be apart of, but keep praying for God to help me to make those I am serving fill loved - even before we get there.
I am helping transition to a big move.
Watch videos to get my teaching license valid in another state - which requires watching several videos over their "state history." Plus the quizzes... the quizzes.. the surveys. PAPER WORK.
I'm setting up appointments with the realtor to help get our house on the market.
Trying to go through things to prepare to move and have a garage sale.
I need to make sure that when I am done teaching this year that I can fill out more paper work about student loans. Oh joy.
I am trying to make sure that this duck and this chick are all in the right spots.
Plus, laundry. Yeah - that's a fun Friday night Fact of life.
Or pay bills.
Or...
And....
I am tired and dream too big.
I still like my goals. And honestly, I am not ever a quitter. I will achieve them. But this momma, who has to teach Sunday School, needs a break.
But until we move and all of the busy work is settled into the dust my big dreams need to wait.
So, here it is - week 3 to 2017 -
Dream small.
Small goals.
I want to enjoy time with my family and not be so stressed which causes me to be on edge and angry.
I want to eat healthy but not micromanage every detail.
I want to find rest, even if it's in a few episodes of Gilmore Girls (without feeling guilty).
I have too much to do.
I'm a working mom who loves to help. Here's what my day looks like:
Leave the house by 7:15 (which is kinda late) with Gideon. We eat breakfast in the car.
Entertain, I mean teach, 140 kiddos for several hours. Until 3:30 or 4:30 on tutoring days.
Go get Gideon
Go get Soren.
Get home. It's almost 5.
Somehow I make dinner while trying to please the several demands of my two boys. (Jeremiah is at work until 7 most nights).
Eat dinner.
Give boys baths.
Play and read with boys while trying to manage other small tasks (mail, etc).
Boys to bed - on a good night - both are asleep by 8:30. A good night.
Do dishes, pick up, clean up, turn around. Repeat... it's like the "electric slide" but, for moms.
Maybe complain to my husband here and there.
Sit on the couch. It's now almost 10.
No sweat. I'm ambitious. I can read the Bible, read some of a book, do a little work out (because my running has gone down hill), have time to socialize on social media. Yeah right!?
I'm tired.
I am helping out with a church event that requires a lot of time. I was asked to share my testimony on two topics. I keep questioning on what and how to write. Praying for the correct words. Not enough words - come back tomorrow and try again. Plus several other tasks that I am honored to be apart of, but keep praying for God to help me to make those I am serving fill loved - even before we get there.
I am helping transition to a big move.
Watch videos to get my teaching license valid in another state - which requires watching several videos over their "state history." Plus the quizzes... the quizzes.. the surveys. PAPER WORK.
I'm setting up appointments with the realtor to help get our house on the market.
Trying to go through things to prepare to move and have a garage sale.
I need to make sure that when I am done teaching this year that I can fill out more paper work about student loans. Oh joy.
I am trying to make sure that this duck and this chick are all in the right spots.
Plus, laundry. Yeah - that's a fun Friday night Fact of life.
Or pay bills.
Or...
And....
I am tired and dream too big.
I still like my goals. And honestly, I am not ever a quitter. I will achieve them. But this momma, who has to teach Sunday School, needs a break.
But until we move and all of the busy work is settled into the dust my big dreams need to wait.
So, here it is - week 3 to 2017 -
Dream small.
Small goals.
I want to enjoy time with my family and not be so stressed which causes me to be on edge and angry.
I want to eat healthy but not micromanage every detail.
I want to find rest, even if it's in a few episodes of Gilmore Girls (without feeling guilty).
This week's memory verse:
Saturday, December 31, 2016
I tried - a new week, month, year!
Tomorrow is January 1st.
2017!
The new is here. It's funny to me that the new year is during the dark time of the year. The cold part of the year. The busy part of the year. Shouldn't the new year start in spring?
Okay, but for real. Here's to resolutions:
My goal is to post the start of every month with the months goals and any updates. But I have to remember my favorite quote by Leonardo DaVinci:
January 2017
Book - 30 Days to Understanding the Bible by Max Andres
Health - do the 30-day challenge below, "whole 30" and track food/points.
Scripture to memorize - "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing." - 1 Thessalonians 5:16-17, "What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?" - Romans 8:31, "Look to the Lord and his strength, seek his face always." - Psalm 105:4, "Set your minds on the things that are above, not on things that are on earth." - Colossians 3:2
Challenges - To stick to it! Inspire and Encourage others.
:
2017!
The new is here. It's funny to me that the new year is during the dark time of the year. The cold part of the year. The busy part of the year. Shouldn't the new year start in spring?
Okay, but for real. Here's to resolutions:
My goal is to post the start of every month with the months goals and any updates. But I have to remember my favorite quote by Leonardo DaVinci:
January 2017
Book - 30 Days to Understanding the Bible by Max Andres
Health - do the 30-day challenge below, "whole 30" and track food/points.
Scripture to memorize - "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing." - 1 Thessalonians 5:16-17, "What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?" - Romans 8:31, "Look to the Lord and his strength, seek his face always." - Psalm 105:4, "Set your minds on the things that are above, not on things that are on earth." - Colossians 3:2
Challenges - To stick to it! Inspire and Encourage others.
:
Thursday, December 22, 2016
----> {2017} <----
Another year has come and gone.
Seriously, where have you gone?
I want to be a better me.
A better:
Christian me
Healthy me
Wife me
Mom me
Friend me
Daughter me
Financial me
Writer me
Reader me
Hobby me
A better 2017 me.
I just want to be better at being me. My only competition is me. I am not competing with facebook friends or the amount of 'likes' I can get. I am not competing with pinterest people. I am not a huge "new years" resolution person, for I believe you can always change - the month doesn't determine your desire to become someone better than you were the day before.
This year I am trying to get in mind that as long as I am moving forward, I am making progress. I have lot of habits I want to form and some habits I want to break or recreate into something better.
When you google "how long does it take to form a habit" this pops up:
Recent research led by a team at the University College London think they have uncovered just how long (o average) it takes for something to become habitual. They do not think it takes 21 days to form a habit. They believe it takes an average of 66 days to create a habit.
Sixty six days! Two months?!? I want to keep this in mind. I know myself well enough to realize that being realistic is my game. I'm not a "dream big" person. I expect to fail, and that's okay. It's part of the journey. So when it comes to me making goals or new years resolutions, I want something that is tangible, as well as something that if not achieved will keep me motivated.
December 31, 2017
I am being flooded with excitement just thinking about where I will be in 365+ days from now. Oh the excitement, the changes and transitions. The arguments, mourning, joy and glee. The praises, the songs, the moments of silence. Oh - what is going to happen in the next coming months and weeks?!?! Where will be at the end of the year? What are our new dreams and goals? Is Soren potty trained? How does Gideon like school? Do they share a room and love it? Who lived with us this year? Were we more generous than we have been before? Good stewards of our money? Good stewards of our time? Did social media finally find it's rightful place; the bottom of the totem pole of priorities? How has God blessed us this year, even when we didn't deserve it? What times of sadness did we have to over come together?
So many questions.
So many questions.
In a year, we will have the answers.
I understand some things are out of my control. 'Tis life.
I understand some things need to be out of my control.
As a teacher, there is a style of writing lessons plans called "backward planning" where you start with your end result or goal and work to your starting point. I am going to apply that methodology for my year.
I understand some things are out of my control. 'Tis life.
I understand some things need to be out of my control.
As a teacher, there is a style of writing lessons plans called "backward planning" where you start with your end result or goal and work to your starting point. I am going to apply that methodology for my year.
For a lot of my year goals will only be achieved by my daily activities. The in the moment yes and no; the journey of choosing.
These goals, resolutions, whatever you want to call them, are woven together so beautifully, sewn together like one of my Grandma's hand quilted blankets. They go together. My physical will effect my personal as will my relational will effect my mental and so forth.
Physically - I would like to feel healthier and not struggle with my self-image. Ideally I would like to weigh 140 pounds (less than 3 pounds a month), have a 5k race time of less than 32 minutes (10 minute pace), and set or do other physical activities like, get a bike and use frequently, run another half, set personal records in lifting, obstacle race, etc.
Spiritually - I want to be closer to our amazing creator. It's hard for me to put a number or deadline on this growth. I would like to read my Bible more/better. I would like to finally (never had before) memorize scripture and have Gideon help me with that. I just want to have my heart in check.
Relational - I would like to be more of an encouragement for others and strength and grow new relationships. I hope that through my other endeavor my relationships with my husband and kids will improve as a natural by product of my efforts.
Financially - I would like be more generous in our time, treasure and talents. I crunch numbers frequently, and God always provides, but this year I would like to make sure to be purposeful of my resources and be stewards with what we were provided.
(Challenge Sheet)
The above is a picture of my Challenge Sheet. At the top I have "Priorities, Projects and Prayers" the main things I would like to focus on for the month. Priorities could be of any focus or challenges like not eating out for the month. Projects can be what book I am reading for the month, crafts, the monthly photo album, etc. Prayers can of any nature or need or a time frame.
The middle part of the challenge sheet I have weeks. Here I will post the scripture I would like to focus on for the week and any other benchmark goals that might help with the monthly challenges.
The bottom of the challenge sheet is where I will post daily challenges. These challenges will be achieved at an 80% rate. Reading my bible daily really means 5 out of 7 days. No one is perfect. Daily challenges include, drinking a gallon of water, no sugar, a variety of fitness challenges, purging/organizational challenges, writing cards, tracking food/points, limiting social media, etc.
If you want to follow my 2017 pinterest board, go here. I don't get on pinterest as much as I use to. But it is a good way to collect and share ideas and links.
Physically - I would like to feel healthier and not struggle with my self-image. Ideally I would like to weigh 140 pounds (less than 3 pounds a month), have a 5k race time of less than 32 minutes (10 minute pace), and set or do other physical activities like, get a bike and use frequently, run another half, set personal records in lifting, obstacle race, etc.
Spiritually - I want to be closer to our amazing creator. It's hard for me to put a number or deadline on this growth. I would like to read my Bible more/better. I would like to finally (never had before) memorize scripture and have Gideon help me with that. I just want to have my heart in check.
Relational - I would like to be more of an encouragement for others and strength and grow new relationships. I hope that through my other endeavor my relationships with my husband and kids will improve as a natural by product of my efforts.
Financially - I would like be more generous in our time, treasure and talents. I crunch numbers frequently, and God always provides, but this year I would like to make sure to be purposeful of my resources and be stewards with what we were provided.
(Challenge Sheet)
The above is a picture of my Challenge Sheet. At the top I have "Priorities, Projects and Prayers" the main things I would like to focus on for the month. Priorities could be of any focus or challenges like not eating out for the month. Projects can be what book I am reading for the month, crafts, the monthly photo album, etc. Prayers can of any nature or need or a time frame.
The middle part of the challenge sheet I have weeks. Here I will post the scripture I would like to focus on for the week and any other benchmark goals that might help with the monthly challenges.
The bottom of the challenge sheet is where I will post daily challenges. These challenges will be achieved at an 80% rate. Reading my bible daily really means 5 out of 7 days. No one is perfect. Daily challenges include, drinking a gallon of water, no sugar, a variety of fitness challenges, purging/organizational challenges, writing cards, tracking food/points, limiting social media, etc.
BONUS
For those of you still reading here are some challenges I am going to hopefully have our family do, as well as links and ideas to help you.
I am going to encourage Gideon to put pennies in a jar corresponding to the number of days into the year that we are. At the end of the year I would like to find an organization, of Gideon's choice to donate the money to.
I am going to encourage Gideon to put pennies in a jar corresponding to the number of days into the year that we are. At the end of the year I would like to find an organization, of Gideon's choice to donate the money to.
I would also like to have a praise jar - so we can look back and remember all of the positive awesome events in our life, a memory jar if you wish
I found some monthly challenges with different themes. Some of the days are easy - smile at more people - for example. But something fun!
I have not decided what weekly scripture I will be doing, I like to be inspired or reflect on something for the week. Again, I would like to include my family in on this, so some might be "kid" friendly.
The following two links are PDF's of weekly scripture. Click here for a list. Click here for another option that is more kid friendly.
You can find another list here.
It's going to be a great year!
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
I tried - not caring {2016 election}
I tried not caring. I tried not caring who was President. I tried not caring who of my friends voted for whom. I tried not caring about who said what, which statistics is skewed, and what we consider acceptable or moral. I tried not caring.
This morning I woke up. Still tired. I went to the gym. Same gym. I ate breakfast. Quickly in the car. My day to day life has not changed because of who is president. Yes, there will be changes in policy, but it is life.
But I do care.
I care about all the people I know. I care about all the people I don't know; but guess what God knows them. God loves them. Jesus died for them.
I care about my friends and family who are acting somewhat embarrassing - from both a winning and a loosing point of view.
Friends - if you lost - be kind. If you were claiming that Mr. Trump was a rude, a bigot, a racist of a person and then turn around and say hateful things about Mr. Trump or the people who voted for him.
Are you better than they are?
Friends - if you won - be kind. If you were claiming that Mr. Trump is the best thing for America since slice bread and that he truly does love people and has the best intentions for the country than stop smiling about people leaving the country and using unkind words about the democratic party. You once said that we needed to be united - so stop pushing people away.
Are you better than they are?
I still don't care who's president.
Trump will do good and bad.
Clinton would have done good and bad.
Just like Obama has done good and bad.
And every other president before and after will always have some good ideas and some that need to bet tweaked and changed.
But I care enough about people to realize how sad and broken our country is right now. People are talking trash about people they used to so deeply love. If this was any other election we would be talking about policies not people. I am truly heart broken.
*****
For my Christian Friends - no matter who you voted for. Please read Romans 12 and 13.
Please study it and reflect on it and live it.
This morning I woke up. Still tired. I went to the gym. Same gym. I ate breakfast. Quickly in the car. My day to day life has not changed because of who is president. Yes, there will be changes in policy, but it is life.
But I do care.
I care about all the people I know. I care about all the people I don't know; but guess what God knows them. God loves them. Jesus died for them.
I care about my friends and family who are acting somewhat embarrassing - from both a winning and a loosing point of view.
Friends - if you lost - be kind. If you were claiming that Mr. Trump was a rude, a bigot, a racist of a person and then turn around and say hateful things about Mr. Trump or the people who voted for him.
Are you better than they are?
Friends - if you won - be kind. If you were claiming that Mr. Trump is the best thing for America since slice bread and that he truly does love people and has the best intentions for the country than stop smiling about people leaving the country and using unkind words about the democratic party. You once said that we needed to be united - so stop pushing people away.
Are you better than they are?
I still don't care who's president.
Trump will do good and bad.
Clinton would have done good and bad.
Just like Obama has done good and bad.
And every other president before and after will always have some good ideas and some that need to bet tweaked and changed.
But I care enough about people to realize how sad and broken our country is right now. People are talking trash about people they used to so deeply love. If this was any other election we would be talking about policies not people. I am truly heart broken.
*****
For my Christian Friends - no matter who you voted for. Please read Romans 12 and 13.
Please study it and reflect on it and live it.
Romans 12
12 I appeal to you therefore, brothers,[a] by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.[b] 2 Do not be conformed to this world,[c] but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.[d]
3 For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned. 4 For as in one body we have many members,[e] and the members do not all have the same function, 5 so we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another.6 Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in proportion to our faith; 7 if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in his teaching; 8 the one who exhorts, in his exhortation; the one who contributes, in generosity; the one who leads,[f] with zeal; the one who does acts of mercy, with cheerfulness.
9 Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. 10 Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. 11 Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit,[g] serve the Lord. 12 Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. 13 Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality.
14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. 16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly.[h] Never be wise in your own sight. 17 Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. 18 If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. 19 Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it[i] to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” 20 To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” 21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Romans 13
13 Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. 2 Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment. 3 For rulers are not a terror to good conduct, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the one who is in authority? Then do what is good, and you will receive his approval, 4 for he is God's servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer. 5 Therefore one must be in subjection, not only to avoid God's wrath but also for the sake of conscience.6 For because of this you also pay taxes, for the authorities are ministers of God, attending to this very thing. 7 Pay to all what is owed to them: taxes to whom taxes are owed, revenue to whom revenue is owed, respect to whom respect is owed, honor to whom honor is owed.
8 Owe no one anything, except to love each other, for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law. 9 For the commandments, “You shall not commit adultery, You shall not murder, You shall not steal, You shall not covet,” and any other commandment, are summed up in this word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” 10 Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore love is the fulfilling of the law.
11 Besides this you know the time, that the hour has come for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed. 12 The night is far gone; the day is at hand. So then let us cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light. 13 Let us walk properly as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and sensuality, not in quarreling and jealousy. 14 But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.
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