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Today I had a very interesting (if aggravating) discussion with my husband.  Before I begin, let me say that my good husband is a smart hardworking man.  Darling Hubby comes in from work most days and becomes busy with chores of one variety or another.  He doesn’t ask me a lot of questions concerning my time or the children.  Yet, everyday I fill him in on most everything he has missed.  In addition,  just like most families, we  have dinnertime discussions.  We have discussions about all kinds of things from abortion to politics.  

That is why today gave me pause.  You see, today I began to wonder if an alien has taken over my husband’s body…or at least his mind.

My good husband walks into the room holding a book.  I notice the title, “Politically Incorrect Guide to History.” Excitedly he begins to wave the book as he begins to tell me that my ideas and understanding of history are wrong.  I look up and smile.  You know, the type of smile that says you believe the person in front of you is insane.  He then proceeds to tell me about this Quaker (William Penn) and how he was a pacifist.  My smile freezes into a cold stare.  (At this point I am staring at him to see if he is a zombie or an alien.)  For the next fifteen minutes he tells me about Quakers.  He uses words like ‘them’ and ‘those people’ as he explains.  All the while he is waving this book in front of me.  Finally, I can take it no longer.  I place my book on the couch and stare at him as I softly state, “Honey, I am a Quaker and so are your children.”  Now, it is his turn to stare.  He starts to sputter in disbelief. 

I don’t get mad when he forgets I detest the color yellow, or when he forgets that I don’t like rhubarb, or even when he cooks food I’m allergic.  I don’t get mad when he yells about his lost comb that is laying in the drawer in front of him.  But this!  How did he miss this?  I’m completely at a loss.  My only explanation is that this man cannot be my husband.  My husband must have been taken by aliens and a drone placed here with me.  It’s the only explanation, because surely my husband is more observant than THAT!

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My vow

I am very angry at the oil companies and the government over the handling of the oil spill.  I’ve considered the matter and have reached the following decision:

  1. I can’t change the world. 
  2.  I can change me and my spending habits. 
  3.  I will not support BP.
  4.   I will not purchase BP gas…ever. 
  5. I will never drive my car if I can walk or ride a bike. 

 

It’s time we became the caretakers of this world like we should.

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I feel like my household is lost to the modernization of today’s lifestyles.  What do I mean?  I mean we are on vacation and that between the tv, video games, laptops, microwaves, ice machines, cell phones, mp3, ipods, itouch, iphones, and more that my children do not live but merely exist.  I have long banned the use of electronics during daytime hours, but my husband allowed the tv to be on during a vacation. Welcome in electronics!    It is horrid.  The kids are sitting on the couch staring at the tv.  They might wonder off for a moment to grab a call on the cell and then wonder back as if a moth to the tv.  I told them that come Monday that the ban would be in place once again but for today, sit and drool.  DH is asleep in front of the tv.  And I am sitting in front of the tv typing on my laptop.  It is horrible how quickly we toss living for existing when we stare at the tv.

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I was doing a little sewing and my DS2 began to question me.  He stared in confusion at the simple gray skirt.  As I explained, he nodded.  I told him that I believed God to be leading me in the direction of plain dressing, so I was preparing some clothes.  He nodded again.  When I had finished explaining, he looked at me with those sweet green eyes and smiled.  “I want to dress plain,” he stated.  His slightly older sister jumped off the couch and began to correct him.  “Oh, no.  You don’t want to do that.”  She then explained why he should not.  Her lists were quite long and well stated.  Yet, he stood firm.  Quietly he answered her with a simple remark, “Yes, I do want to dress plain.”  The look on her face seemed to scream that she would be telling her father that DS2 had lost his mind.  He then softly whispered to DD why she should care if he chose to dress plain.  She answered, “Because you’re my brother and I love you.”  My six year old son turns and places his hands on his narrow hips and softly answers, “Then let me be.” 

I cannot begin to tell you how proud of was of him.  Not because he chose to dress plain but because he followed the leading of his own heart.  God leads each of us to walk our own path, not the path chosen for another, but our own.  I am so proud of my little six year old man-child.

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Three simple words, but such a hard thing to really do. 

The homeless man on the street looks your way and you look away. Have you ever done that?  I have.  And then felt guilty.   Are we showing him kindness?  No.  Not even the basic kindness of looking him in the eye, meeting him as a person with a smile. 

Forgiveness is another really hard thing to do.  Can we forgive someone who has truly hurt us?  I don’t know.  I try.  Sometimes, I can.  I was able to forgive the boy who killed my brother.  Yet, I can’t seem to forgive someone who gossips about me. 

And then there is Love.   Love should be an easy one, right?  Think again.  I love my spouse, my children, my friends, and strangers.  Yet, do I extend love to all?  A welcoming love that says I see you are worthy person.  Sometimes.  But sometimes I fail.  Sometimes pride or fear will get in the way. 

I am working on these, but they are honestly hard for me.  I struggle.  I fail sometimes.  Now, Integrity, Peace, and Faith are  much easier for me. 

 I will continue to work on Forgiveness, Kindness, and Love.  Daily! Yes, on a daily basis. 

(For any who are curious, the tv daytime ban is holding.  My children watched a total of 30 minutes television today and that was a DVD tonight about 8 p.m. )

Hugs to all!

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I get really aggravated when people fuss at me that I should attend their church.  Thank you but no.  I’m not referring to a simple invitation, but those who consider it their duty to get me to attend their church.  Not A church but Their Church.  I actually had one woman tell me she had never seen me attend church.  Yes, you are right.  I don’t. 

 I attend Friend’s meetings. 

I wanted to grab her hand and rush her outside and say, “Look. This is my church.  This is God’s garden.  He made this so you and I could worship.  I don’t need to attend a man made building when God has been gracious enough to give me this.”  I want to say this, but I don’t.  I smile and try to explain.  My soul is in God’s hands.  I worship in God’s garden.

 I wish you could see what I see.  I see the sun rising over the morning fog as I say my prayers.  I see the sun set behind the trees as I say my prayers.  I see the birds singing.  I attend God’s Garden everyday not just on Sunday’s.  I worship all day long not just for an hour.  So please understand when I say no.  I am not saying no to God, but wish to worship him in my way.  Respect that, please.

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Good friends and Differences

I love my friends.  Yes, it is that simple.  

I love seeing the differences that make each of us unique. 

I love the differences in our belief systems.  For some, it is church on Sunday, Sunday nights, and Wednesday.  For others I am pretty sure they have not walked into a church in twenty years.  Yet, I love them all. 

I have friends who dress in clothes that have not been in fashion for several hundred years, friends who dress plain, friends who dress in purple and reds, and friends who dress in goth.

I have friends who travel around the world playing fiddles on the tallest mountains. Friends who live in other countries.  Friends who have never left the town they were born.   

Yet, they are all awesome.  Each and every one.  Cherished friends they are.

They are wonderful people.  Opinionated, yes.  I seldom have a friend who is not opinionated.  Unique, yes.  Wonderfully unique.   Yet, it is their uniqueness, their sense of self, that I admire.    

I hope that I hold as close a place in their hearts as they hold in mine.  And I hope that I am there when they need me.

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