Thursday, May 8, 2014

What Does It Matter?

"Better to live on the corner of a roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife." Proverbs 21:9

 Day to day I remain quiet...
Which is in direct opposition to every fiber of my being. 
Not just politically. Although my hour of mind altering yoga is the restraint that kept me from drop kicking the bumper that donned the "I'm Ready For Hillary" bumper sticker in the YMCA parking lot. 

I weep for Boko Haram's brutal and abhorrent seizure of 300 Nigerian girls and pray constantly for peace for the Mamas and the babies safe return. 
 I think Don Sterling is an ignorant bigot with too much money earned on the athleticism and work ethic of those he violently disrespects. 
The investigation in Benghazi where four Americans were slaughtered should continue no question in anyone's (with knowledge) mind. 
I wholeheartedly believe Homosexuals deserve the exact respect that straight  people do. I also think that the fascists among both groups need to grow a spine.  
I am sick, sick, sick with the minority groups who scream the loudest and demand the most. Shut up. 
I shudder at the fact we moved to a small town where heroin runs rampant, a paroled murderer is in custody with a body count of two young women, and there are no jobs in Obamas "recovered" economy . 
I think the professors at Rutgers are fucking raving liberal idiots who just depraved their students (their women students) the amazing opportunity to hear from a highly educated and accomplished black woman who smashed the glass ceiling that does exist. 
I think Kim Karsashian and Kanye West have no relevance in the real world and if they really wanted to make their questionable position in the public eye useful, they would enlighten themselves to the current events (not fashion) of this world. 
Lois Lerner is a contemptible person and should be treated as such from the American people who get shamelessly taxed who work to give to those who refuse to. 
My deliberate choice to dress modestly and behave conservatively when my husband is not with me at a family event and my Gender peers STILL don't introduce me to theirs, befuddles me and makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with the proverbial "weaker sex"? 
I'm not a threat. I could be the best friend you ever had but you are living  up to your stereotype. 

These are my thoughts. But I stay quiet. 


Thursday, April 24, 2014

Double Standard Serving


"Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious." 1 Peter 3:3-4

I don't mean to be rude or discourteous, nor it is my intention to offend. 
I love women. They are beautifully complex and intuitive creatures. I need them in my life. More so now than ever. But in a room full of men, I will break one of Ruiz' Four Agreements and ASSUME the following doesn't happen... 

Another one of the essential steps to freedom in this superficial world is to agree to never under any circumstances take things personally and as a general practice,  this is a daunting task in which I can achieve.
 
That is until I don't. 

It is my educated guess that if I repetitively tell one to "lose some fucking weight Fatso" on a regular basis, that person would tend to have hurt feelings in some respect. If not, my snide comments to "lay off the raw cookie dough two-ton Tessie" could. 

However, why would I and why should you?

 Now if I listen to one more woman tell me I am too skinny, to gain some weight and ask why don't I suck down a Cookies and Lard milkshake to put some meat on my bones, I may just start taking it to heart.

Why is it appropriate for you to embrace your curves but I should feel bad about my lean muscle? It is called genetics. And the sooner the smarter sex realizes it's biological validity, the happier we will be with each other in admiration and unconditional support. 

Just a thought at balancing the scales. (You see what I did there?)

Can you tell me what the hell appearance has to do with the heart anyway?

Friday, April 18, 2014

Don't Need To Wait For An Invitation

 It's old and new...The Good News.


"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed." Isaiah 53:5

If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. Romans 10:9-10

Selfie Indulged

"Do all these evildoers know nothing? They devour my people as though eating bread; they never call on the Lord." Psalm 14:14

Ladies and Gentlemen, if you have eyes may you read the words that unfold before them. If you have ears, let what follows seep into them with thought.

Iran plows ahead with the construction of mass destruction bombs.
What consequences have they faced?
Assad who murdered his own people with chemical weapons, our Administration said there will be severity used...Still no Syrian held accountable. 
Now the biggest bully of the bunch ,Vladimir Putin and his brutal aggression goes unchecked.
Russians have invaded Ukraine, blood has been shed, land captured, and now Jews are being asked to identify and register themselves to the pro-Russian activists.

And these two are in charge....


AMERICA, WAKE UP OR GET EATEN UP!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

My Intentions Are Good

" I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do. And what I hate, I do." Romans 7:15

At the risk of sounding like my old Percy Sledge 45 record, I tortured my family and Barbies with, having a baby halts all matters of the creative mind and simple luxuries of putting pen to paper. 

After I stumble out of the baby's room, tucking my ridden strong breast back into my bra, pour myself a glass of mental escape, pushing the buttons on my remote is challenge enough. 

I want to write, instead I watch E television and curse our culture who glorifies the youth and their entitled and hardly earned importance while the world  weeps at the loss of another socialites life..

I know the Apostle Paul meant he chooses to live in the flesh when he wants to walk in the spirit. But surely my example is comparable.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

It is Precious

"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them..." Psalm 127:3-4

My son was born eight days late.
While he took his painful bittersweet time coming into the world, once he breathed room air, he was by my side to stay. Not once in the nursery, the NICU, or the nurses care, he breasted in his first few seconds of life, he slept his initial earthly night in my arms and I've not spent one evening less than a stones throw away since. This has been the biggest blessing and something I've learned not to be taken for granted.

This morning I walked the March of Dines walk for my girlfriend whose triplets were born preemies with undeveloped lungs and her boy who spent 105 days in Intensive Care and nine surgeries later, finally came home to her loving touch. This morning I walked with parents who lost their babies.

Honored for my gift from God to stride side by side with all of them and thankful to The Lord for the truly amazing miracle of life and the boy I get to call my own.

Glory. Glory. Glory. Amen.