“If you’re not weird, you’re weird.” ~M
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I was having a conversation with my 15 yr. old daughter, about how everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. We came to the conclusion, that we must accept the simple fact, that we can’t possibly do everything.
My daughter had to add this…
Brianna – “Hey mom, even Jesus can’t do everything…”
Me – “What do you mean sweetie?”
Brianna – Well, he can’t sin!”
Me – “Oh, good point!” Lol…
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How is everyone today on this brisk March morning? I filled up on Irish coffee last night in celebration of St. Patrick’s Day, so the coffee this morning seems a bit boring and bland in comparison. Hold on… there we go. A bit of whipped cream should do the trick! Ahh…. Perfection! And in my favorite mug too! So good…
Alright now, are you ready for the scoop on this week? Well, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that after all the soul-searching I’ve been doing in recent days, I think I’ve finally come to a place of acceptance.
Can I get a Hallelujah and a Praise the Lord!?! Thank you… 😉
Anyway, I’ve started to resolve many of the things I’ve been struggling with. I feel stronger this week, happier than I’ve been in a long time. There’s finally a sense of peace that has come over me, and I feel determined to be content where I’m at and enjoy the life I have.
Don’t get me wrong, though, coming to terms with everything hasn’t been easy. I’ve done a lot of praying over the last few months, and questioned God about so many things. I wanted him to reveal to me why he had allowed some of the recent things in my life to happen, and he has been answering me in ways which I never expected.
One thing I’ve realized is that I’ve been focusing way too much on how others make me feel, and not enough on finding my own happiness within myself. So to combat this problem, I’ve been giving myself more time alone to do the things which make me happy.
One thing I’ve done which is still working for me has been to stick with a writing schedule. I’ve been able to push myself farther than I ever thought possible. Last week I decided to check out Grammarly online, to see if it would be helpful. At the end of the week, I received a report stating that I had edited 15,000 words for the week. I really had no idea how much I had actually been writing and I was completely surprised by the word count.
I think the reason I’m able to get so much done, is that I’ve stopped making excuses, and I’m writing for myself; not anyone else. I’ve gone back to the basic principle which I began with two years ago. I am writing whatever I want to, regardless of what others will think. And yes, that does feel a little bit selfish, but I’m tired of having to worry about stepping on somebody’s toes or perhaps offending someone who may have issues with the content of my writing.
This blog started out as a way for me to spill my heart out on a page and resolve things I was struggling with. I want my blog to always be that way for me and I’ve been holding back at times. I was worrying too much about what others would think and I seriously wondered if I would be misunderstood.
After much deliberation, I have begun posting some of my older poems from a blog that never seemed to go anywhere. I have quite a few poems left to carry over, and although they don’t relate to my current situation in life, they were things I struggled through, and I know others will be able to relate to them. So I feel they are worth posting, and it also gives me a bit of a reprieve on days when I don’t want to write something new.
I don’t think I mentioned it last week, but I finally submitted one of my poems for publication in a magazine. One which is just about to release its very first issue. The release date is scheduled for April 20th and I’m excited to find out if my poem will be chosen. There’s just something about finally seeing my work published on good old-fashioned paper, which really excites me. I can only hope it will actually happen this time!
I also realized that I’ve made it to the halfway mark in editing my Revelations of the Past series. If you’re interested in reading it, here’s the link to the series. I release new chapters twice a week; usually on Wednesdays and Sundays. If you like historical fiction, then please check it out! My subscribers are dwindling, so please come and read. I would really appreciate your support.
Well, enough about me and my week. What about you and your week. Anything new and exciting to share? If so, please leave me a comment and tell me what you’ve been up to. I love my blogging family and I’m so grateful I found the weekend coffee share. It’s been a great way to make new friends and I’m really enjoying our time together. Have a wonderful week! ~M
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Today was a bit of a somber day for the attendees at our local church. It appears that our pastor resigned because of his unfaithfulness to his wife. I am a member of this church, but no longer a regular attender. I have found organized religion to be very frustrating at times and so I don’t go as often as I used to. I enjoy my quiet time at home, worshipping God in my own way, without the distractions from others.
It seems that the majority of church goers these days, are generally just there to keep up with appearances. To me, being a believer is more than just putting on a fake smile and acting as if I’m living a good morally correct life. I don’t need the acceptance of others, and I don’t care if the world loves me without question. God should be the only person who I look to for acceptance. As long as He loves me, I figure I’m good to go, and the Bible plainly states He does, so there’s no doubt in my mind about that.
I do attend church for my children’s sake, because they are home schooled and they like to attend in order to see their friends on Sunday mornings. But still… it isn’t on a regular basis. I used to feel guilty when I would miss a Sunday, but that all changed for me over the years. I started to see the true colors of the people who were there, and it simply broke my heart because of what I witnessed. This isn’t the first church I have attended where things like this have happened and I suppose over the extent of my life, I have just become tired of all the drama.
I can almost guarantee, that after what happened today, half the church will leave and move on to other churches. Each one will feel so disappointed by what they have learned, because of the indiscretions of our head pastor, they just won’t be able to find peace within those walls anymore. And yet, if we could see the hearts of every individual that attends the church, I bet at least three quarters of them have cheated on their spouses before; at least in their thoughts. The thing is, the only difference is, they haven’t gotten caught, and their true desires aren’t seen. We begin to judge people before we even think about our own thoughts and the way we’ve been behaving ourselves.
I myself, have never had a physical affair, nor do I intend to, but the thought has crossed my mind plenty of times. And given the opportunity, I honestly can’t say for sure what I would do. To even admit to this, would probably get me kicked out of the church, and yet many others are thinking the very same thing. I believe none of us are free from the temptations that surround us on a daily basis, and this is the reason that so many of us fail at being obedient and living Godly lives. Even now, my heart has not been in a good place lately. I find myself longing for things, which I should never even consider, and yet I still do.
This topic has been thoroughly discussed in my own marriage. My husband knows that I am struggling to be completely devoted to him and we are trying to work through the problems that we are currently facing. I am not ashamed to admit this, because I know that I am not the only one who is dealing with this kind of situation. I have been very unhappy in my relationship and it has led me down some very tempting pathways.
I honestly don’t think that we are any different from the millions of other Christian couples out there. I am tired of people being shamed for things, when really we should be building them back up, and helping them fix the problems that they are facing. Belittling others doesn’t solve anything and expecting a pastor to be any different than anyone else is completely absurd. We are all sinners and we all struggle, whether we care to admit it or not.
So today, I am feeling sorry for my pastor and his wife. Sorry because apparently their marriage was failing and they couldn’t seem to fix what was broken. It takes two people to make a marriage work, so I will not take sides. I can only hope and pray, that they will now find their way through this mess that they are dealing with, and I think the hardest part will come from the conviction of the church. They will most likely lose friends, possibly family members who cannot understand. Their own children may start to take sides. Who knows…. It won’t be pretty I’m sure and I just hope that they will both come out stronger in the end, for all that they have had to endure.
We never know what causes a marriage to crumble and unless we are in that relationship ourselves, I feel we have no right to judge another person’s marriage. We can offer up helpful solutions and give a word of advice, but even in that, we have to be careful not to overstep our boundaries. I think the best thing we can do, is just pray and let God handle the situation. Each of us have enough of our own existing problems to deal with ourselves.
It’s been awhile since I wrote a Him vs. Her, and there’s been a few things that I’ve wanted to share, so here goes…
As I’ve spoken of in recent days, hubby and I have been having quite a bit of trouble getting through these past two years. We’re coming up on 23 years of marriage in February and although things haven’t been the best, I see a ton of progress being made in our relationship.
One thing that has recently changed, is the fact that hubby began to ask himself why we weren’t connecting the way we ought to be. He started praying about a lot of things that he had been struggling with, and asking God to show him where he was going wrong.
One morning he suddenly woke up, and announced to me that he was no longer going to be the man that just let life pass him by. He vowed to encourage me in my own faith, to stop withholding his love from me, and promised to become the man that I deserve.
I was quite taken back from his sudden change of heart. I truly wondered if he was serious. After so many years of me feeling rejected and unloved by him, I wondered why he wanted to change now. I was actually a bit angry at first, and wondered why he waited almost 23 years to change his tune and be the man that I had always hoped he would be.
It’s been about a month now, and my head is still spinning from the changes that I see in him. I still have my doubts that things will stay this way and I am unsure of how to act sometimes, because I had gotten so used to feeling as if I didn’t matter to him. I felt ignored, unimportant, and very unhappy most of the time.
So now confusion is setting in. I keep asking myself… Is this real? Will this last? And do I really want to give him a chance to fix what’s been broken for so long? My stubborn side tells me not to give in; warns me that he had his chance, and reminds me that my heart has since moved on. And yet the part of me that has never stopped loving him, tells me to forgive and forget; to let go of the past and move forward, because obviously God has taken his heart and changed it for the good.
I feel vulnerable in accepting the possibility that he really has changed. I feel like I could wake up tomorrow and be taken for granted once again. I don’t think I can handle another 23 years of feeling that way and I’m almost fearful of being blindsided and letting that happen again.
I have become stronger in these last two years. Learning to be more independent of him because he wasn’t always there, and quite honestly, I grew to love the freedom of being alone, because it meant that I didn’t have to continue feeling rejected by him. I used writing as my escape and felt like I didn’t need him anymore.
So now, I have a choice to make. I am struggling every day to either accept this unexpected gift that apparently God has given me, or throw it all away because I’m stubborn and tired of trying. It sounds like an easy choice, and yet I’m fighting against my own will to keep myself from getting hurt. My heart just won’t let me forget all the suffering and the pain, which plagued me for so long. And yet I know what I must do.
In recent days, I have been blessed with loving words of affirmation, by my husband who is trying so very hard to make things right. Tonight I spent some time going through all the notes that he’s been leaving for me over the past month, and I affixed them to the tree that I painted on my office wall. I decided that I needed these loving reminders, to help me move forward. I need to forget the years of bad memories and replace them with the good ones that we are finally making together. I think I may eventually win this battle after all.
“The best compliment is when somebody accepts a compliment.” ~M
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Oh the topic of love and acceptance, where do I even begin? I am one who easily loves almost everyone I meet. I feel a deep compassion for others and I want to fix everyone’s problems. It kills me every time I see somebody suffering. I want to reach out and embrace the hurting souls of the world and take all of their pain away. When I am rejected by somebody who I am trying to comfort, I don’t understand why sometimes they cannot let me love them. I know part of this stems from my childhood, when I continuously sought after my mother’s love and approval. My mother made me work for praise and I remember trying so hard to please her and gain her approval. When I would finally do something right, after trying over and over again to do things the way she wanted me to, I would finally get a “Well done” and it made my continuous efforts to please her all worth it in the end. But it was so hard to ever get her approval and I wore myself out trying. I think this is the reason that my relationship with my mother has suffered so much. I know I will never feel fully supported by her and so I have given up trying. This is the biggest reason that I try so hard to show love and approval to others. I know what it’s like not to have that support and I want to help others who face this problem too.
Rejection is a hard pill to swallow. However, I know that the only person I should really be looking to is God and how he sees me. I often make the mistake of completely opening up to others and letting them rest in my vulnerable heart. When they eventually leave, they always end up taking a piece of me with them. I suppose this is why I do better when I seclude myself from people. I hide in my house, away from the temptation to love people too much. I know by doing this, there is less chance of me getting my heart torn apart into pieces that I know will never quite fit back together the way they once did. 1 John 4:16 tells us that God is love and I feel a deep connection to this verse. If God “Is” love and we are supposed to follow his example, than we are to be love too. I know we can never fully “Be” love, because only God can do that, but I know I’ve been commanded to love my neighbor as myself (Gal. 5:14) and so I strive to do this as often as I can. I suppose if I just continue to focus on loving God completely with all my heart, soul, and might, as Deuteronomy 6:5 commands us to, then I will be able to accept rejection easier; because my heart will be fully in love with God and his acceptance will be enough.
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My stats were increased today by about a million percent. Looks as if StumbleUpon picked up on my most recent quote. Makes my other days look pathetic, doesn’t it? Oh, well… at least I have one day in the spotlight. 😉
So here’s my new quote for today;