So, today is my husband’s birthday! Of course, he hates birthday celebrations for a couple mediocre reasons… 1. Life begins at conception so we have no idea when our actual birthday is. 2. It is narcissistic to celebrate one person when every day matters for everyone because we are not promised our next breath.
To those arguments, while I respect his excessive over thinking on that topic and his feelings after a fashion, think they are a load of stuff we used to step in on the farm.
Celebrating someone’s birthday is really celebrating the day the world was presented with God’s glorious and meaningful creation of the birthday boy or girl. In essence, it is a celebration of what a beautiful job God did and how grateful we are that He put you in our journey.
This is beautiful and I will continue to make a big deal of every birthday. Praise God!😄❤
There is a long difference between a scarlet letter and being Hester’s pimp.
There is a long difference between loving someone or something and worshipping them.
There is a long difference between depression and contentment.
There is a long difference between being correct and being loving.
There is a very long distance between lie and truth.
Long differences are worth a study. Where do you fall on the spectrum? Where do you need clarity? If you find yourself always in the gray, the middle of those scenarios and others, you need to examine your heart, read your Bible and pray more. The closer you get to the Lord, the more truth and love seep in and wisdom and maturity develop. And this is beautiful!😄❤
Barbra Streisand – Avinu Malkeinu Lyrics
Hear our prayer
We have sinned before Thee
Have compassion upon us and upon our children
Help us bring an end to pestilence, war, and famine
Cause all hate and oppression to vanish from the earth
Inscribe us for blessing in the Book Of Life
Let the new year be a good year for us
Avinu malkeinu sh’ma kolenu
Avinu malkeinu chatanu l’faneycha
Avinu malkeinu alkenu chamol aleynu
V’al olaleynu v’tapenu
Kaleh dever v’cherev v’raav mealeynu
Avinu malkeinu kalehchol tsar
Kotvenu b’sefer chayim tovim
Avinu malkeinu chadesh aleynu
Chadesh a leynu shanah tovah
Chadesh a leynu
I believe that from conception, we are destined to be on a strange journey until we leave this body and go to our eternal destination. I believe that we are on that strange journey partly because of the choices we make out of pride, selfishness, greed or even good intentions, but also because of the choices God makes in leading is toward Himself and a glorious eternity. I believe life is beautiful because everyone’s strange journey is unique. Even if it parallels another person’s journey, the giftedness of each person is unique, their looks or ethnicity is unique, their other relationships are unique, and these differences are part of the beauty. And all the twists and turns make it even more beautiful and hopefully closer to God. And my own personal story, wrought with glory, joy, happiness, intense pain, more intense pain, almost killed me pain, beauty, nature, travel, lots and lots of people, distance at times and now extreme closeness to God, music, art, leadership, degrees from formal education, life education, children, husband, and grandchildren, and weirdness. This has been the highlights of my life. I would not change a damn thing, not even the near death experiences, not even the depression, and definitely not all the good moments or those two seconds when life was perfect and I felt loved unconditionally by a person which faded fast. All of it and definitely my relationship with God my Father, I would not change one thing. It is accumulatively strange and beautiful. No one’s story is mine. No one’s mind is filled with my memories and story. These together are my steange and amazing journey. And yours is just as unique and strange.and beautiful. This is exactly as God designed and intended. Perfectly imperfect.❤
Not giving her name, I am paying honor to a beautiful, strong woman who has been broken but who rises from brokenness to new life. Her story inspires me. She had a dad and stepmoms who were cruel and abusive. She ended up in the foster system and was in many houses until she ran away and lived on the street. She met a guy and they moved in together, just to be robbed and beat up in a home invasion. He left her alone, without even checking in on her and she was alone again. He married and she aurvived and one year later he was divorced (with one kid) and they met up later and ended up married because of her big heart and desperation for love and family. They had kids and later she reunited with her dad who did not like her husband. They cheated on each other and were in and out of love for years and ended up divorced- his second, her first. She moved far away with the kids to start over. He followed her. She was divorced and done but he was the Father so allowed it. He dated many many women. She moved to another city for a job and he followed and found more women there, always loving her in a twisted way but she was still done. He remarried a horrible professional wife who demanded he not see his kids or pay child support. He cheated and his professional wife kicked him out and stole his money. He was homeless and penniless so she took him in. He helped pay rent and things were better. But the professional wife was struggling with the house she had taken from her last victim and she had enough of him so told him to leave so she could try to move on. He went back to the controlling professional wife and my story woman went on to find love and start over with a man who loved her for her big heart and love her through her brokenness. And this story inspires me because this man got his just desserts, new life can happen at any age, children are innocent in our crazy decision making and need to be considered and protected, sometimes scars can hold us together until God gets in to recreate them into something stronger, and because the best part is that she became a Christian and is saved now. We all have pasts, I have told mine in pieces- one day I will write a book that few will believe as true it is so wild- because we all have a past. But take time to learn people’s story because something may be gleaned from everyone for we each are unique and have unique stories only we can tell. And it may inspire someone else and share a new passion that can broaden your mind’s vision or maybe even stir a passion within you. A beautiful soul is worth more than all the gold in the world.
There is a Spirit of revival I van feel now. It is a positive flow of potential and push toward forgiveness and repentence. I see people changing out of old clothes of addiction and into new clothes of peace and hope. Of course many are rejecting this prompting to their own detriment, but the Spirit is flowing and giving opportunity. I feel hope and change and renewal. It is beautiful. Wherever this encouraging, hopeful Spirit finds a home, there is joy and love and peace and I see the fruit of that same Holy Spirit in new places and people, making them gloriously beautiful. Praise God!❤
A lot I do remember, some is still fuzzy, and I have lost the memories of many a tumultuous year. And I have forgotten many deep wounds and remember others still (although the pain has been replaced by scars dripping with forgiveness), lots I appreciate and many great little moments worked in. I remember many guys, which led me to the decision that either most guys are selfish or more likely that I have not exhibited great wisdom in the past choosing guys, which is far more likely (or maybe 50/50 with college guys of which I am referring). And somewhere along this 43 year trek of road along this journey, not even sure of exactly when, but I believe God has tamed me. Through suffering and moments of glory, God has melted this wild girl into some semblance of a tame but strong, Godly woman. That is certainly not to brag, I am not sure if I know of many more humble, but it is to say that God is a miracle worker because me being tame is a miracle and only God could do that. I have been a fighter rebel, proud and strong, defending the weak (and me too) most of my life, living free and wild by hook or crook, desperate for adventure and attention and a kind word from anyone, no matter what it took to get one. And God shaped that sad soul into the woman I am, His little girl grown up to be momma to many. And that is why God is my Champion, my Lord and Master, my Savior, my Father and my Friend. He made me, I blew it, and He remade me. What story is more beautiful? Any that go like that. God is everything, friends. Don’t neglect Him for He does not neglect us. He is for us.❤