School with Shed and Fence

As a family project, we put up a shed and a fence and started a sidewalk (still working on that one). As many of my regular readers know, we homeschool our kids. And we took off a week of “regular” schooling to do these family projects of shed and fence. And we planned and measured and mixed and leveled and built and so on all together as a team/ a family. It was an amazing experience and I thought how wonderful it was for all of us to learn together and create and build. My kids learned so much more than a book can teach and they need to feel useful and nd learn these skills. So for your next family project, even if you keep it simple like changing a light bulb or fixing a leaky sink (we also had to do), involve your kids and show them how. You want them calling you to their home in the future at 3pm to bail them out? No way, you want them to be able to plan and think and do it themselves. This is how they learn. Plus it unites the family and brings a greater value to each member and the family team as a whole. 🙂

The Story of Beauty & The Ugly

Beauty was a sweet girl who loved who she was because she could run and play and pick wildflowers to give her mom or the neighbor lady. She would cook bread and take it to her grandma. She was so happy she could do these things and felt happy inside. No one told her she was beautiful but she was, with a unique beauty that left impressions on the heart. As Beauty got older, she went to school and met The Ugly. These were the “popular” people who told themselves they were beautiful all day long and told everyone else, including Beauty, that they were not beautiful because they were not The Ugly, a self-glorifying dictatorship of thugs who happened to have a lot of money. Beauty shook it off rhe best she could and excelled at school and helped other “not beautiful” people the best she could. Well, Beauty moved out of the house young after getting a job and she met her first boyfriend. She felt beautiful with him. He told her she was beautiful. Never mentioned her generous loving heart much, just emphasized her looks. Well, she believed him but became confused when he started calling her fat. Well, she tried to get skinnier and worked and went to school. Soon she found out he was telling another girl she was beautiful too. And immediately she saw the lie and was devastated. Beauty moved on eventually to a new boyfriend who also emphasized her looks at first and later started calling her Dat and hit her… once… and was lying to another girl. Beauty felt not beautiful as The Ugly had told her. And magazines Beauty picked up told her she needed to be skinnier and prettier and be wild in bed for men to like you. And they sounded like The Ugly tyrannical dictator thugs. And on TV and movies, Beauty saw all the girls considered beautiful were stick figures and loose as possible with no morals and only care about appearance, not realizing they were airbrushed and often ill, and Beauty realized they were The Ugly also. And Beauty picked up her now dusty Bible and started to read. And Beauty realized that The Ugly were all wrong, every one of them, and that she was beautiful and that beauty had nothing to do with what she looked like. Beauty was made uniquely and purposefully by God, who made everything we know of and loves us each, is bit enough to be with each of us at the same time. God said being kind and gentle and loving and helpful and productive and sweet was true beauty and Beauty remembered that she was all those things initially so long ago. She cried with happiness that God who made her thought she was beautiful and suddenly, what The Ugly thought was the stupidest thing on earth, unworthy of future thought. So Beauty forgave them, forgave herself, forgave the bad men, forgave everyone and started living her amazingly beautiful life. True story.

Opinion versus Truth

Everyone has opinion, which are no more than our experiences and perspective of what is seen compared to our knowledge of truth and it’s application. That is it. Might be accurate compared to the truth and might not. The person holding or teeming their opinion may be adequately informed or not. The opinion pusher may be wise or not. It is highly dangerous to accept other’s opinions as fact, as truth. Truth on the other hand is always true, it is absolute, no matter what anyone says to the contrary. Starts are always shining in the sky. That is a truth. We cannot see them in the day because the sunlight is brighter or when it is cloudy to mask them, but they are up there still. God is in control. That is a truth. It may not look like it because of situational clouds that mask it or distractions that blind us but I assure you He is in control. The Bible is truth. Nothing in it has ever been proven false and man have they tried. So the words in it are true and can be trusted. Opinions not so much, and before accepting them as truth need to be weighed against truth. Otherwise, they become distractions at best and false truths in your mind at worst. And we must not let them have power over us unless proven true for that reason. Always question and think and study for yourself from proper sources that are proven true. It is impertinent to keep from incorporating or acting on false beliefs. We must be proactive with what we let into our minds and take to heart. ❤ 

This Purple Alien

As frustrating as humanity is, it is what we have to work with for now. One day I will be beamed back to my Father ship, but for now I am stranded on a beautiful planet surrounded by those either hostile or deeply restricted with a drizzle of authentic caring ones who don’t seem to mind my purple skin color. It is a jest-ic world, perhaps majestic many years back but now all is a jest it seems. This place is not suitable for those of us so different, and where it is up to the many, we purples would be captured and mocked and belittled for that which we are not able to control, our design. So I must focus my antennae on the Father in the Father ship for help and strength and sustenance. As it stands, I fit only with the other few sparsely placed purples. The blues, those who claim residency but cling to the angry and wild red world residents so live on the fence, are particularly harsh on us few purples because living like the Father makes them feel guilty and annoyed. The angry red world residents fight us or ignore us at will, depending upon their viewpoint and experiences. Some are intrigued but many are complaisant. So, again, frustrating this life is but it is where my feet are right now. And until the beautiful day I get to go back home, I must still complete the frustrating task set before me to help people know my Father and be beamed up to the Father ship later. And apparently quite often apart from the Father far away I am entirely alone in the struggle, unable to fit in, unable to be treated lovingly by anyone nearby, unable to have comforts of arms around, unable to be much acknowledged but able easily to be largely neglected. There is an inner fight against this despite my design. It is difficult, even purple, to not fight for human love. It is inhumane to defy human instincts and drives. Yet the purple ones must experience a solitary existence, a loneliness that can only be answered by the spiritual Father afar off it so often feels. It is a life for the humble only to survive, the bravest of souls, those capable of sacrifice no mortal could make to keep fighting without strength left and keep loving though largely unloved and keep touching though largely untouched. The absolute only way this can be done is through constant contact with the Father and living through the alien spirit form rather than the human form. There is no other way that any tasks can be accomplished, sometimes even just to breathe. So lonely the life of an alien. Rewarding to continue through the mission despite the loneliness and neglect. The Father understands. He is pretty much the only One who can truly understand and one of the very few who loves the purple alien I am.

It isn’t

I wrote this a long time ago when I was young and dumb but I saw something that may resonate:

I want to love so much.
I want to be loved so much.
I want to give what I can’t get… Ironic.
I have so much love to give.
God made me that way.
I have a tremendous heart for people.
That is such a gorgeous thing.
Too bad so few know me.
Too bad so few love me.
Who can really know anyone?
I think mysteries lie within every beating soul.
I believe people yearn to be known completely.
I believe people cry out for it yet fear it.
Behind each eye hides pain and fear and pride and hope.
Each heart can feel. Each eye can cry.
Each mind can laugh. Each skin can lie.
Within and without it all, one thing remains true.
God yearns for you.
He knows you. So help me, He knows me.
More than I or anyone could.
Pretend happens when we think anyone else does. Myth happens.
We want it to be true of another human being.
We want it to be true of us.
It isn’t.
I chased away a deception. I made it run away.
It was such a lovely deception.
I wish it were true. I wish it were true.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.

I Know Who You Are

You are not who you think you are. You are not who other people think you are. You are not what your mom or dad said necessarily. You are not who your myriad of critics say you are. You are none of those. You might be searching. You might wonder what else. You might have doubts, questions, thoughts. You might not care, seeing only the nose on your face. You might think you are what you do or what you eat or don’t eat or what you look like in the mirror. You are definitely not the bad things that happened to you or how ugly you felt during those times. You are not those things. You are most certainly not a series of various flaws held together by some miracle of evolution, mutation mistakes. Absurd! So, who are you? If I am so smart, who am I? What makes you so pompous to think you actually know me! But you see, there is a book that tells me who you are. People come with manuals and don’t even know it. I have read your manual. I have read mine. Here is who you are and who I am.
Ephesians 2:10 says I am God’s workmanship, created by God ahead of time for good works.
John 1:12 says I am a child of God.
1 John 4:4 says I am an overcoming child because the Holy Spirit in me is greater than anything in this world.
Galatians 3:26 says I am a child of God through faith.
2 Timothy 1:7 says I have a Spirit of power and self control.
2 Corinthians 12:27 says I am the a member of the body of Christ.
Philippians 3:20 says I am a citizen of Heaven.
1 Thessalonians 5:5 says I am a child of the light and the day.
1 Corinthians 6:20 says I was bought with a price.
2 Corinthians 5:20 says I am an ambassador of Christ.
Psalms 139:14 says I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Philippians 4:13 says I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.
There are many other verses, many other truths yours for the reading. But you get the idea. The thing is this. You and I are who God says we are. The reason He knows so much is because He is not only your designer and engineer, the entire Creation force behind your existence, but He is also the undisputed lover of your soul. His creating you was not some fleeting thought, it was purposeful. You and I are incredible works of art, unable to be duplicated and priceless. You are not who you think because you are more. And no one can know the extent of it greater than the One who knows even up to date how many hairs are on your head or body or what sparkle arises in your eyes when you do that which He gave you to love the most. So when someone says you are this or that or when someone says you aren’t this or that or can not do this or that, respectfully shut their ignorance up and do not accept it as fact because they have no clue who God made you to be. And obviously they do not know themselves either because only in this ignorance can one person judge anything about another.