A sweet perspective about the back row of the church…
I love the week of Christmas because it is the time of the year where the message that Christ gave is told all over the country. People telling other people that they are important. You are important enough for me to take the time to listen to you sing. You are important enough for me to bake these cookies and make you smile. You are important enough for me to sacrifice my sanity in the hopes that you will know you are valued. Christ’s message goes a little further, but this week shows people who won’t admit it really know the message.
“Train up a child on the way they should go and they will not depart from it.” This is taken to heart in Small Town, Montana. Community involvement is important. When the kids do something noteworthy, people are there to support them. Last night we were taken on […]
Then the gravity of the move slowly crept into my mind. The same way the cold touches your fingers through your not thick enough, $30, they looked good at the time. Isotoner gloves. You can feel it start and then BAM it is painfully cold. Reality can be like that at times.
I was so excited to get those presents into the hands of the people I love that I obliviously stepped from the top step to the pavement. The crack in my right foot and the lightning rushing through my left knee brought thunder to my head. I wanted to cry. That’s when vanity spoke up.
The point: my response to the negative light cast upon police officers has been silence. Until now. Actually it is the same response I have towards negative aspersions cast upon anyone who has dedicated their lives towards making this country a better place. When are we going to say thank you? When are we going to say I pray for you? Why must we be quick to condemn and slow to appreciate? And lastly, why are we punishing the whole for the actions of the few? Trust me I feel punished when I hear the acerbic tone in your response of support to either side in this issue. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one.
I danced and sang (Beyonce’s got nothing on me) Crystal was right, Crystal was right! The husband was so happy he didn’t have to go old school he was ready to sing with me.
7. The time Derek, the first born of the four, sat us down to tell us he was joining the marines. It was the first of many sit downs initiated by our children. For the record-that wasn’t in any of the parenting books I read.
Our home has three flat screen televisions. None of them have been used for days. This is my best description of being “country.” We are removed from convenience to the point where we find value in each other. We laugh a lot. We talk a lot.
From the beginning I knew weather adaptation wouldn’t be my problem. Adapting to a different culture would be difficult. And truth be told, it is hard.