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.
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.
The letter writer was in a place where she didn’t want to share because it wasn’t good enough. If I could have responded I would have said, “you’re not the only one honey!”
Life did not say anything. Translated, that meant wait and see. Wait and see? I do not like wait and see. I’m the kind of person that googles the plot spoiler when the story is too suspenseful. What was I waiting to see?
It is easy to think correctly, however following through can be an entirely different story. Trust me I know. My mind knows how to eat in a way that would help me get down to a size 8. My taste buds say that size 12 food is better. Thus far, the mind is not winning the argument.
Over the past week I had the privelige of seeing a phenomenon that still has me thinking. Who am I listening to? And, is that the right person to look to in that particular situation. It was watching a pivotal moment for my students that forced me to ask these and […]
This evening something so shocking happened I caught myself crying. But the story didn’t start today. It began last week. My reading from last week motivated me to put a little more kindness in my life. So, I have made a concsious effort to express appreciation for the […]
There is a bible verse that says God will exchange “beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” Which is all good and well when you’re reading it, but it doesn’t feel so good when a person is in the first part of each of those exchanges.