I have had a love affair with history since I was young. I have gone through different stages, where I have read everything I could about various eras. I hate to say it, but I am fascinated by war. To tell you the truth I am really not sure why?
I would say that I am a pacifist, but in the Sergeant York type of way. I believe that war is the worst way we have to solve problems, and should be avoided if at all possible. There is a realist in me though, and she knows that sometimes war is how problems are solved.
So today, in celebration of Memorial Day, I just wanted to look back and think about those who have died fighting for the ideals of our country. Specifically, those who fought in the costliest war in our history. Continue reading “Memorial Day”
So my husband was teasing me. I know that is not surprising, but he doesn’t typically get to tease me in this way. You see, I do not tend to use profanity. Actually, I don’t even use it as all, except on those rare occasions when it slips out under duress. Or sometimes to shock my children. Anyhow, he was giving me a bad time because I had used two cuss words in a small story that I had written. It was not a big deal, but I did it because it made sense for the character. That is of course, if sea otters could talk. 
His love is. I know that seems really silly, of course His love is important. I mean really, He so loved the world. This is Jesus 101. Where the problem lies is not if I “get it” or not, but if I really choose to accept it and just do it.
You know this writing thing is not all that it’s cracked up to be. I sit, I ponder and usually out come words. Then I am stuck. No, it’s not writers block, I just know that I am going to start deleting words. I guess it keeps me humble? So I’m gonna start where I think God wants me to, and delete those other 400 words.
holds up a mirror. And instead of taking a breath and looking full into that mirror, you glance over thinking you know what it shows and just give a nervous giggle. I don’t know when I stopped giggling and started being sad, but it happened at some point.
I was challenged this Easter, but it was done in a very round about manner. It started off as a feeling I got from a couple of comments made in an Easter service. The comments gave the impression that the congregations response was somewhat lacking. They kind of irritated me, but then I started to ponder what was said. I went back to the old advice that I would always give my sons. They would do something wrong, Dad would yell a bit and then I would remind them…..”Don’t listen to how he said it, but what he said”. If there is truth in the words, even if they were said a little harshly, then listen to the truth. 
So I was trolling FaceBook the other day and saw a post that was shared by one of my friends. An author, Lysa TerKeurst, had come across a quote that she said had challenged her. The quote, “who you are speaks so loudly, I can barely hear what you’re saying”, had her thinking about how our actions speak louder than words.
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