I often post on Facebook my thoughts on the political news of the day and any one of my friends over there can tell you that I am about as conservative as they come. Some of them might call me a right-wing nut job. (In love of course! Ask my long time friend, Andrea.) But, I will defend the right of every other one of my friends to post their own political posts all day long. And I absolutely can’t stand Ann Coulter, Sean Hannity or any other of their ilk who lower themselves to name calling and ridiculous crap-throwing just to stir the pot.
From the time I was very young right up into when I was an adult my grandparents lived in the same house as myself and my parents. The reasons are numerous and they are better saved for another blog, but suffice it to say that the arrangement, though sometimes hard on all the parties, was actually good for all five of us in many ways.
My dad and my grandfather were, for all intents and purposes, best friends. They enjoyed the same games, much of the same music, many of the same pastimes and they shared the same morals and values.
My grandfather, a card carrying member of the Carpenter’s Union, was a died-in-the-wool, straight ticket voting, liberal democrat until the day that he died. My dad followed Ronnie Reagan right out of the democratic party and to this day lives on a steady diet of Rush Limbaugh. He probably needs his daily dose of Rush just as much as he needs his several packs of cigarettes a day. And, I feel that his smoking and my grandfather’s voting were probably about equally destructive to my health when I was young and living in the same house as the two of them. (Excuse me for a moment while I remove my tongue from my cheek. Okay, back to the blog.) Continue reading
It has been my experience that God has to drum things into my somewhat thick skull. Whenever He is attempting to teach me something new, I end up seeing the same message over and over and over and over and over and…well, I see it a lot. Until I am finally forced to say, “Well, duh, I think God is trying to teach me something here!”
Over the past few days I have been in the process of working through some relationship issues with some folks who are close to me. There have been some hurt feelings, some texts and then a series of emails back and forth between all parties. This morning as I was mulling over some of the responses in my head, I came across this verse (while searching for something completely unrelated.) “Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law.” Psalm 119:18 NIV A few seconds later I saw this post on a friend’s facebook page. “You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love. For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.'” Galatians 5:13-14 NIV Then I started doing some looking and I found this awesome verse that I don’t ever remember reading before. Continue reading
So there I was on Match.com. Yep. I said it. I was on Match.com. I paid for the six month plan so that if I hadn’t found my “true love” in that time, the next six months would be free. It all stemmed from a conversation that my mom had with one of her friends, whose daughter’s story was similar to mine and who had, as a young single mom, found a great guy on a Christian dating site. So, after cycling through a couple of other sites and dating a few guys with no success, Match.com was something of a last ditch effort. So, there I was on Match.com checking my inbox and here was this picture of a guy in a cowboy hat, in the woods… in a Hawaiian shirt. Wait…, wha… ?!? I needed to know more, so I opened the email.
A whole lot was at stake here. I was a single mom, living with my parents, working part time while trying to raise a 1 ½ year old. My daughter was strong-willed and precocious and adorable. Every site I went on noted my single mother status front and center, but it seemed obvious that guys I had gone on dates with were still not quite sure about the whole kiddo thing. Still, I persisted. I was looking for a Christian man who wouldn’t be afraid to step up to the plate and handle daddy duties right away.
Enter The Woodsman.
Who was this guy that would hang out in the middle of the woods in a cowboy hat and a black and pink Hawaiian shirt? I liked his style. Continue reading