Consider it all joy...

Do you HATE sin??...Do you even recognize it?

2010-10-14T10:44:00.000-06:00

October 14, 2010

Do You Hate Sin?

"For in his own eyes he flatters himself
too much to detect or hate his sin." Psalm 36:2 (NIV)

Devotion:

Recently, a publicity firm invited a group of editors of Christian publications to preview a Hollywood film. The film producers were looking to get the message of this film into churches and wanted feedback from people like me in Christian publishing.

The movie was dark, with a theme of unresolved guilt. Sadly, that guilt consumed the main character all his life, until he became a bitter old man. After we viewed the movie, the publicists turned on the lights and led a discussion. Basically, they wanted to know if we would recommend the movie to pastors. I stayed out of the conversation, because I'm a Pollyanna when it comes to movies. I like them happy and with a predictable ending. I know that's not very high-brow, but it's the truth.

However, the ensuing conversation intrigued me. Some people thought the movie was rich with important themes. They believed it would provoke thoughtful discussion. Others couldn't get past the language, and would never recommend it. One woman shared her opinion on the language with eloquence and passion.

She would never recommend it, she said, because of several instances of taking the Lord's name in vain. She defended her position by saying that too many people minimize sin. In fact, she explained, the film violated one of the Ten Commandments, to not misuse the Lord's name (Exodus 20:7).

The conversation continued with the challenge of relating to people without violating any of our beliefs. Our time together ended, and a few people got up to leave, including the woman who spoke against the movie. After she left however, another conversation began when a college-aged woman spoke up.

"My friends and I would never be bothered by the misuse of God's name," she said. "But we should." We sat in silence digesting her words.

That comment plays and replays in my mind. The honesty of that young woman touched me, as she identified a serious problem among those of us who call ourselves followers of Jesus: we tolerate sin. In fact, at times we even re-label it as "normal." I know there's a fine line between being in the culture but not of the culture. But that's not the root of this issue.

That young woman identified the real source: our hearts. We are going to be around sin until we get to heaven. Sin is woven in our human fiber. That's not the issue. The issue is what I think about it. Do I hate anything that sets itself up against God or His character? Do I hatesin?

I guess there's a part of me that shies away from the word "hate." I've taught my children not to use it, and I guard my own thoughts and tongue. Yet in doing so I've tamed my response to something that separates me from God. I've weakened my response and dulled my senses to that which God hates. He hates it because it takes me away from Him. And He loves me...and He loves you.

Call it old-school religion, but it's time for me to reexamine my response to that which God hates. It's time to settle in my heart whose side I'm on. It's time to decide if I will ignore or hate sin. Yep. It's time.

Dear Heavenly Father, break my heart with the things that break Yours. Remove from me any tolerance for the things that oppose You. You are holy and righteous and worthy of any sacrifice I might offer. Forgive me for tolerating the thing that caused the death of my beloved Savior, Jesus. In His Name and for His sake, Amen.

Perspective

2009-11-06T09:56:00.000-06:00

This is an article I read this morning:

I was reading the introduction to a book about William Penn, founder
of Pennsylvania. The introduction was written by James Scott Brady,
the man who was shot by John Hinckley Jr. in an attempt to assassinate
former President Ronald Reagan. His introduction was titled "On
Facing Adversity."

Here is the excerpt that inspired me. I hope it inspires others.

"To people who face and defeat daunting obstacles, "Ambition" is not
becoming wealthy or famous or winning elections or awards. Words like
"ambition" and "achievement " and "success" take on very different
meanings. The objective is just to live, to wake up every morning. The
goals are not lofty; they are very ordinary.

"My own heros are ordinary folks -- but they accomplish extraordinary
things because they try. My greatest hero is my wife, Sarah. She's
accomplished a lot of things in life, but two stand out. The first has
been the way she has cared for me and our son since I was shot. A
tremendous tragedy and burden was dropped unexpectedly into her life,
totally beyond her control and without justification. She could have
given up; instead, she focused her energies on preserving our family
and returning our lives to normal as much as possible. Week by week,
month by month, year by year, she has not reached for the miraculous,
just for the normal. Yet in focusing on the normal, she has helped
accomplish the miraculous." (page 8)

2009-08-09T22:31:00.001-06:00

“In Germany, they came first for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up.”
Martin Niemoeller

What would YOU do?

2009-07-14T01:42:00.002-06:00

You want another post, so here goes:

Question:

What would you do and why:

If your spouse asked you to do something that you felt was wrong...(not illegal, just not appropriate in your eyes/heart)

Examples:

-Spouse asks you to take part in a Gay Pride event even though you think that being gay isn't something to take pride in.
-Husband asks you to wear a bikini to the beach even though it makes you very uncomfortable as you think it is too revealing and that God wouldn't approve.
-Spouse wants you to go to a wilder type of bar with co workers in order to promote themself with their boss.

You can make up your own scenario. Basically, the question is what is the balance between your own personal ethics and your commitment to submit to your spouse?

I look forward to hearing from you! :)

Remembering Ken

2009-04-18T15:28:00.002-06:00

I was in the ER yesterday and was drawing blood from an older gentleman. He started asking me questions...

-What does an E-C-G test?
-What is an E-K-G?
- What is an E-G-G?

I said: you mean, E_E_G?

No, he replied, what is an E_G_G?

I said that I didn't know, to which he replied: It's an EGG!! Ha!

Now, I'm realising that this joke doesn't translate well to print...but, anyway, when he told me the punchline, I just stared at him. "Ken Miller!!" was what I thought. It warmed my heart and made me a little sad too! I miss you Ken!---and your corny jokes! :)

Old pic's...beginning of reno...

2008-07-31T17:31:00.001-06:00

Just noticing the old lino...the tile sure looks better!!

Another Year

2008-01-31T09:22:00.000-06:00

Like any other year, this year has been full of ups and downs. There have been many changes--at work and at home. I have been very thankful for the blessings that God has bestowed upon us. He just knows when to send his angels to minister to His children. He has, upon occasion, sent a whole army of angels our way! LOL

Most of this year has been focussed on renovations...inside and out--All beginning with the shingling in May. It has been a humbling learning experience. I have gotten to know some people in a much deeper way by working beside them. That is a blessing.

Right now I am waiting for the "stipple guy" to come. It will be so nice to have things looking clean and fresh and white. How nice it will be to be looking that way, myself, when I go home to be with God. How exciting for Auntie Evie to be happy and free right now!! I'll miss hearing her say: "I pray for you and your girls every night!"

Anyway!! Sometime I will post pictures of the reno's... (don't hold your breath!)

Some Holiday Pictures

2007-07-20T23:22:00.000-06:00

This is to prove that Emma is an Orr

The giraffe picture is in Maureen's honour.

I guess I took most of our pictures at the zoo! I'll have to get some different ones off the camera...

The pictures are of Emma and her new friend, Kylie, at the Minot Zoo.

Emma's Graduation

2007-06-26T16:29:00.000-06:00

Here are our traditional 'hedge pictures,' taken before Emma's grade 8 grad.

Kids these days!!!!

2007-06-11T21:22:00.000-06:00

It was great to see how hard Emma and Quinton worked this weekend. From supper time on Friday, to nightfall on Saturday, they slaved away--happily and without complaint. Two children following the example of their grandfathers!

A big thank you to all who came out to provide the girls and I with a new roof. It is so exciting to drive up to the house and not see curled green shingles! :)

I'm so tired, now, that I can hardly think...but I want people to know that their efforts are appreciated.

(for pictures, see Melissa's blog)

Adam and Eve

2007-05-26T19:17:00.000-06:00

Isn't it interesting how readily we believe Satan, but have to examine everything God says to see if it is 'real.' Even though Satan is the prince of lies, we still trust everything he says. I mean, the fruit on the tree looked so good, what harm could there be...?

We humans are very strange sometimes.

Genesis 3

Aging

2007-05-20T19:18:00.000-06:00

My children once asked me if a certain relative had "always been like that"
No, I said, And I didn't used to be like this either! LOL

It is sad to see people deteriorate, whether it be from age, illness or bad choices. We often forget who they used to be and what brought them to where they are today.

Sometimes there is nothing we can do--it is just the effects of aging. Other times, changes are the result of one bad choice after another. Does there come a point where there is no longer the capacity to go back to making good choices? I don't like to think so, but the evidence seems to be to the contrary.

I wonder how God views that.

I know that people think that I always see the worst in people/situations. Those people don't really know me. I am still waiting for the plastic figurines that my mom ordered for me 40yrs ago. I'm sure they are just lost in the mail.

I kept thinking that surely the cab would turn around and bring him home to start again.

I keep thinking that next time I will be treated with common courtesy and respect.

I keep thinking that God is able to do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine.

Moses saw the promised land but didn't cross over. Do I have the faith to be satisfied with that?

Do I have the faith that even if God decides not to rescue me from the firey furnace, I will still stand firm?

I'm thankful for my family.

I love you.

2007-04-08T13:19:00.000-06:00

Faithful are the wounds of a friend. Profuse the kisses of an enemy.

"I love you" can mean so many things. Sometimes it even means "I love you."

Jesus said it best.

James 1:27

2007-04-07T22:42:00.000-06:00

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being poluted by the world. (James 1:27)

I'm not a widow or an orphan, but I feel like I experienced some pure and faultless religion this evening.

Thank you.

I think I'm insane!!

2007-04-07T22:39:00.000-06:00

Benjamin Franklin Quotes

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

Pity the Man...

2007-04-05T23:51:00.000-06:00

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

9 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work:
10 If one falls down, his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!

Thank you to all who wrote/talked to me in my time of crisis. "I had nearly lost my foothold"(ps 73)

I have never been so close to 'the edge' before. It is a scary place to be. Praise be to God for answering my prayers by sending the right words, the right people to minister to me. For showing me that He does care.

Call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honour me. (Psalms 50:15)

People

2007-04-02T22:06:00.000-06:00

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair"

Ides of March

2007-03-15T21:30:00.000-06:00

Beware the Ides of March!

It was 16 years ago, today, that I had my miscarriage. The baby was only 10 weeks, but was so dear to me already.

It was a horrible, frightening day. There I was, bleeding. What do I do? We are living, temporarily, in Saskatoon, having just come from Yellowknife. I had no doctor. I frantically phoned clinic after clinic looking for a doctor to examine me. Over and over again I heard the words: "That sounds serious. You should have someone examine you. Sorry, we aren't taking new patients...." Umm..thanks...

I finally found someone who would see me, so I bundled up my two toddlers and drove quickly to the clinic. Nothing like having two young children in the examining room when you are having a pelvic exam.

"Well, you'll have to get to the hospital so we can do the surgery"

"What surgery?" tears are flowing, fear is building...

"Well, you are losing the baby. We have to do a D&C."

I look at the two sweet girls playing on the floor. I'm crying. what do I do? The doctor just leaves me. Hospital. Miscarriage. Operation. Two children. My mom is at work. My husband is in Yellowknife. I lost my baby. I'm bleeding. I can't see through my tears. What do I do now?

Someone pops their head in the door. I stare.

"You can use the phone if you like"

Okay. Who do I call? ... No one knows I'm pregnant. I think my mom knew. Mom's at work...downtown.

I call Edith...I am sobbing uncontrollably. I try to speak... "this is Lynn" I can't choke out any more.

Edith says: What's wrong?
Is is John? no
the girls? no
you? sob....baby...
you are having a miscarriage? yes.
where are you? I'll be right there.

Then I called my mom. I don't remember everything. Just that Edith and Garth came and got me. They drove me home and took the girls with them..My mom came and took me to the hospital. Very scary to be in a strange ER, not knowing anyone. My baby is gone...

When it is all over, I am left with a migraine and two toddlers. My mom helps me. "You have to phone John."

No.

Yes.

I am already in too much pain. Feeling too alone. I've already suffered a loss.

I phone.

I tell my husband about our baby.

My husband says: "I'm staying a few extra days up here"

I am alone with two toddlers.

I am alone with my grief.

I didn't want to phone.

Phoning hurt.

I am alone.

I am nothing.

I am dying.

Is it wrong to be jealous of a couple whose full term baby died?

Lord have mercy on me, a sinner.

We the Jury

2007-03-08T16:58:00.000-06:00

Interesting Dr. Phil show, today. With some of the jurors from the Lacy Peterson trial.
Wow...imagine getting death threats for being on a jury. Gulp.

Being on a jury is interesting and frustrating. What people don't understand is that the jury doesn't get to hear ALL the evidence. When I was juror on a murder trial, I found it very frustrating that we would be excused so often so that the lawyers could argue about whether or not certain information could be used in the trial. To this day, I wonder what we DIDN'T hear. I really really want to know!! LOL

I really feel for the jurors on that trial. They saw and heard such horrific stuff. We saw some gross stuff, too. Crystal's head was run over, her body burned. Not a pretty sight.

The weird thing was that I didn't really have any problem with anything I saw or heard. It was all quite facinating. It wasn't until we reached a verdict that all the emotion came out. Kind of like delayed reaction.

Several of us jurors didn't sleep for weeks after the trial. My boss even gave me sleeping pills! LOL I still think of it from time to time. Especially when I pass the pizza place where the murderer worked, or when someone at work mentions the bar at which the murderer picked up the girl.

I hope that the jurors who were on tv, today, find peace. Hard thing,when their trial was so public.

Anyway...just some random ramblings!

Speaking of Which...

2007-03-08T14:57:00.000-06:00

A few weeks ago, Jeremy showed me how to replace a light switch. (by changing one for me! ;) )

Last week, I changed TWO of them... ALL BY MYSELF!!! YAY, ME!!!

I don't want to be the man. I've been fighting against being the man for over 15 years. But...I am the man, now, so I might as well embrace it. A little electric shock therapy can't be that bad for you ... can it?? Plus, it gives me an excuse to go to Home Depot.

Thank you , Jeremy, for giving me a fish...and for teaching me how to fish!

What is love?

2007-03-08T12:14:00.000-06:00

I saw part of a show on TV yesterday. It was parents who never said 'no' to their children. There was one woman who is now 23yrs old. She is well educated, married and has her own children, yet she still feels that her mother should pay her bills for her, if she asks her to. She expects it. A mother should WANT to do that.

The question was, what is showing love? Is is never saying no? Or is it teaching them to be responsible adults? Teaching them to do it themselves, so that they can take pride in saying: I did that! From little children saying: I made my own bed! to adults saying: I am taking care of my family. or I made a mistake, I am going to own up to it, and take responsibility, pay the price.

Are you doing your child a favour by cleaning up their messes? By not holding them accountable? Is it responsible parenting, teaching someone that there are no repercussions for their actions? Or is it breeding Narcissism?

What is unacceptable behaviour in a 2 yr old, is suddenly fine, if you are an adult.

Why is that?

Random news

2007-02-11T16:52:00.000-06:00

Mom:

My mom is doing great. She is healing well from the surgery. We go to the cancer clinic on Tuesday to see an oncologist. Mom has bloodwork done at that time, too. Her radiation treatments will probably start in April.
The next Tuesday, Mom has a bone scan. Hopefully, there will be no surprises on that.

I'm busy working. I've been in Chemistry for 5 months now. I still feel like a newbie. :( It's getting better, though.

I sure miss Charlotte. I'm glad she has the oportunity to be at Western this year. It sounds like she is enjoying it.

We went to an open house at Walter Murray last week. I can't believe that Emma will be in highschool next year. Sigh...

Lindsay is working lots and going to school.

I'm currently watching the movie, Castaway.

I need a Wilson.

Update

2007-01-17T17:25:00.000-06:00

All went well with Mom's surgery. Nothing unexpected. She is doing well and has even been up to the bathroom already!!!
Now we wait for the pathology report on the lymph nodes.

Today's the Day!

2007-01-17T10:28:00.000-06:00

I'm leaving in a few minutes to take Mom and Dad to the hospital. Mom's surgery is at 2:30pm. We are all anxious to have it over with. Thanks for your prayers.

I was so excited to be able to hold Josiah, yesterday. What a cute little snuggler! mmm.... Then, in the evening, Emma and I went to a meeting about highschool, for next year. My 'baby' is growing up. It seems such a short time ago that Lindsay was a baby...now my baby Emma is just about all grown up!!

My only advice is to enjoy each stage of their lives...they are all precious and interesting.(some more interesting than you'd like!)

Congratulations to Robert and Melissa on bringing Josiah home. :)

It is booked

2007-01-05T19:37:00.000-06:00

Mom has her surgery date: January 17th.

They called her with a series of four appointments,the last of which is the surgery. Things seem to be moving very quickly all of a sudden. Now it seems real. Gulp. My mom has cancer.

Merry Christmas!

2006-12-25T12:12:00.000-06:00

God gave us the most wonderful gift....I mean, our family...besides for the most important gift...Christ Jesus, our Lord.

My parents, my girls and I were all together last evening. And thanks to Flylady, I had all things ready and stress free. But, God's gift was one of peace and laughter. We were all together and we laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt.

You never think that it will be your last Christmas, but this year has shown us how tenuous life really is. I cherish this memory with my parents. I pray that my girls will remember this time, fondly, for many many years.

May the Peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus, our Lord.

Deuteronomy 31:6

2006-12-23T09:54:00.000-06:00

It's starting already.

Deuteronomy 31:6-"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you."

Dealing

2006-12-21T23:08:00.000-06:00

The decision is made. Mom is going for the least invasive treatment. But that involves 5 weeks of radiation. That seems quite daunting to me. Hopefully, they will get onto it soon. I think there needs to be a bone scan first. Let's get started.

John and Anna are in town. With big news. I know part of the news. Not good for me, but perhaps for the girls. It will be character building, for sure. (God, aren't I enough of a character already???!!!) Please pray for us all. Hmmm...including some of the readers of this blog.

I think of all the miracles of this year. It amazes me. And all the sadness. Life is full of ups and downs. When they are such extreme paeks and valleys it takes one's breath away...

...Seek ye first the kingdom of God...

...I want to go on another mission trip...

Decisions

2006-12-18T14:40:00.000-06:00

Disclaimer: This post might be a little fuzzy as I haven't slept yet!

First of all, the doctor seems very nice, very efficient and very caring. Those are positive qualities in a situation like this.

It appears that mom has three choices. Of course, I can't remember them...

1. partial mastectomy with 5 weeks of radiation 5x/wk.
2. full mastectomy. no radiation.
3. full mastectomy, plus reconstruction. no radiation. (unless the lymph nodes show something).

It is so easy to decide when it isn't you....for some reason, mom wants to think about it! LOL

They sent a bunch of literature home with her to look at, so that should help some. They are also doing a chest xray and a bone scan to look for other signs of cancer. I'm very glad about that. They are also making Mom an appmt with the plastic surgeon to explain the reconstruction.

All this could be done by the end of January. So they move pretty quickly. I guess that they are guarantied a surgery date within 21 days, for mastectomy, if it is without reconstruction. Christmas will cause some delays, though.

So, there are the facts. Emotions will come later , I guess. It is all a little more than I expected, but not.

Mom seems good, but I think it is sinking in a bit more. Whatever she decides, this is going to take a lot out of her.

Dad is worried. Cathie seems quite practical. Lynn is not letting herself think.

The good news is: the prognosis is very good. It is just a matter of getting things done.

Thank you all for your concern. :)

Sarah

2006-12-16T22:52:00.000-06:00

Hi, Sarah

If you read this, I just want you to know that I have been trying to add a comment you your blog, but it won't let me!

Grieving is tough. It throws you all over the place...You only have to worry if you get stuck in one spot! On the positive side, there is never a dull moment, eh?

I'll be praying for you ...especially so during this holiday season.

Lynn

Yep...

2006-12-15T12:22:00.000-06:00

I read this and laughed. It sooo hit home. I am so needy. My ''good on you, Lynn'' bank is so overdrawn from years of not measuring up. Like a bank account, when you are over drawn they charge you interest. So it takes longer to bring it back up into the black. Small deposits are important, but sometimes they just barely cover the interest. It's hard to get ahead. I am so thankful for everyone who has 'deposited' into my account!
I need to tattoo Deut 31:6 on the back of my hand!! LOL

Single Parenthood: Facing Life's Unfulfilled Expectations
Sandra P. Aldrich

Most of us single parents have learned others can't fulfill our expectations. But we keep hoping, don't we?
It's been several years since her divorce, but Jan still describes the Wednesday night service when her husband handed her the car keys, said, "Who are we kidding?" and walked out.

In that moment, she knew their struggling marriage was over. Numb, she sat through the service, wanting to give her husband time to walk home and pack his suitcase
.
Afterward, the woman sitting behind her asked if everything was all right. With tears running down her cheeks, Jan blurted she was facing divorce.

"Then the woman patted my arm, said God would be with me and went home to her husband!" Jan says.
Sure, it would have been wonderful if the woman had hugged her and said, "Oh, Honey!" but she didn't.
If we're going to be hurt every time someone fails to provide what we think we need, we're going to be hurting a lot.

Yes, single parenting is hard work. And naturally we'd love to have a pat on the back occasionally, but other folks don't realize what we're shouldering. I began to learn that years ago when a relative and I drove to Kentucky to take my grandparents, Papa and Mama Farley, and my Aunt Adah to Michigan.

An eight-hour drive was ahead, so my grandmother had an enormous lunch perched next to her on the front seat. On top of the basket she placed a bunch of bananas, then settled her cane against her thigh, ready for the trip.

Delayed road construction and numerous detours forced us to wind around the hills on dangerously curving stretches of asphalt. Topping one more rise, we discovered a rock slide covering the road.
The relative got out of the car after hastily throwing the gear toward park. Then as he climbed onto the rock pile to survey the situation, the car stalled and began to roll backward.
I was in the backseat wedged between Aunt Adah and Papa, but it was up to me to reach the brake. In an instant, I threw myself over the seat, knocking the lunch to the floor as I scrambled to stomp onto the brakes.
When I got the car stopped, it was already several feet beyond the asphalt. And beyond that was a 500-foot drop into the ravine below.

With the car safely braked, I released my breath and tried to push my heart out of my throat. Finally, I looked at Mama. Surely she had some praise for my quick action that had saved the four of us from severe injury--if not death.
But she was picking up the scattered lunch. Then she muttered, "You smashed the bananas."

So much for my need for appreciation.

Even after the detour lesson, I still expected folks to live up to my expectations. In fact, during our first Christmas in Colorado Springs, my children and I attended a musical downtown.
The show was usually given as part of a dinner package, so our matinee audience was seated at round tables, too. Before the curtain went up, waitresses delivered soft drinks.
When the show started, the performers sang as though they were having a wonderful time. Then, during one tender holiday song, I started to cry, missing my previous life.
Just then the man across the table pulled his arm back toward his wife. My tears increased as I decided he was going to give her shoulders a little squeeze.
How fortunate his wife is, and how wonderful of him. My thoughts were moving faster than the man's arm.
At last, with his arm all the way back, he reached for his soft drink--instead of his wife!
I laughed aloud as life's reality shattered another fantasy.

Yes, it's taken a while, but I've finally learned to stop looking to others to fulfill my heart's needs. Instead, I claim Deuteronomy 31:6-"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you."
What a difference that promise makes in my expectations of myself--and others.

Adapted from From One Single Mother to Another: Heart-Lifting Encouragement and Practical Advice by Sandra P. Aldrich. (2005 Gospel Light/Regal Books, Ventura, CA 93003. Used by permission.) Author or co-author of 17 books, Sandra is an international speaker who handles serious issues with insight and humor. For information about her speaking availability or to order this book, contact her at http://ca.f503.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=BoldWords@aol.com

Cancer

2006-12-12T21:50:00.000-06:00

Just found out that my mom has cancer. Not really thinking right now. She has an appointment on Monday to see what they are going to do. It is small. I'm choosing to think that it is not too serious. Cancer. hmm...Cancer= serious. Well, we shall see. My mom doesn't get cancer. That is for other people...people with cancer.
Anyway, I'm praying now. We'll just have to wait and see what is said on Monday.

I'm numb.

Grieving....Sorry, your time is up!!

2006-12-04T21:17:00.000-06:00

So, how long is the *appropriate* time to grieve? Does it depend on what you are grieving? How are you supposed to know? How do you explain to your heart that it is 'time to get over it'? And who do people think they are, telling you how you should feel? Have they been through this? NO. If they had, they wouldn't expect you to just forget all about it and move on.

Betrayal. Jesus. Judas. God.Agape.

Umm....

2006-12-03T21:57:00.000-06:00

It looks so easy, when you are reading someone else's blog!