LIFE - THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHRISTIAN/HYPOCRITE

Caleb just came to me crying and said that he had to pee but there was paper in the potty. Which he has a habit of not using the potty because he will not flush for someone else. So, I assumed I knew what he was saying and lectured him all the way to the bathroom and then flushed it and walked out to which he replied, "Uh oh! Momma!" Now, I could have continued to ignore him and walk away which would have resulted in one huge mess left behind (which would have rightfully been my mess to clean up, not his)! But instead, I chose to listen and turned around to notice the toilet starting to overflow. I immediately grabbed the plunger and was able to do some damage control which helped the mess be a lot less than it would have been. However, there was still a pretty big mess that could have been avoided had I not been so ignorant and full of pride. Then, I realized how this mirrors when people just choose to ignore the wisdom of those they believe are too small or weak. And, it p

It would be silly for me to try to force my daughter to stand when she is only 4 months old. I would sound stupid if I tried to reason with her about things she could be doing better. I would be completely frustrated if I tried to teach her to talk when she is just not capable of it at this point in time. Yet, how often do we do these very things to other Christians that are just babes in Christ? A person gets saved and all of the sudden other Christians start telling them what they can and cannot do. A cuss word slips out and they get the look. They show up to church with their lesbian partner and they get thrown out. If we used these same techniques with our own children how long do you think they would survive? How long do you think my baby would survive if I withheld food every time she didn’t do what I expected? So why do we believe we have the right to treat God’s children different than we would our own? How can we expect them to grow and survive if we take away the milk of the

The walls that people build in their hearts and minds, based on past hurts, do not just keep others out; but also, keep them trapped in. Quite often Christians, whose pages look the most godly, have their settings on social networking set so that others they do not know cannot contact them. I think it is the strangest thing that someone with the title “God’s child” avoids being contacted by their sisters and brothers. There could not be a more literal example of someone putting up a wall that keeps them from their own blessings. These same people could be sitting at home crying and praying to God for Him to send them a good friend. So, He answers the prayer and sends someone but nobody can get through because of the barrier that has been put in place. Then they blame God for their loneliness and get angry with Him for not answering their prayer. Yet, it is not God’s fault. His word is very clear on this matter. Now that you've read my blog, I suggest you read this blog ;)

People are talking, talking bout people... okay, well, mostly me. People like to talk about me, always have. I have absolutely no idea why. I couldn't tell you why my life is so interesting to so many others but I've heard that my facebook page gets read more than the daily newspaper. I thought that was a little drastic at first; however, given that I made a post and kept it up for about 2 minutes and several people (including 2 of my exes) felt the need to inform me that several other people questioned them about it, I would say that may be accurate. So, since everyone feels the need to go to everyone else behind my back, I figured I'd just confront the issue head on, not because I owe anyone anything or care what anyone thinks but because my life is an open book. I think I'm one of the few people left on this earth that lives the same life behind closed doors that I do in public and I am not ashamed of that. I will not allow people to shame me out of sharing. I wil

Over the years, those I have loved and let in close, have made me question myself. And, I have questioned and questioned and questioned myself. I wondered if there was something wrong with me as I had repeatedly been told there was. I wondered if I was not capable of healthy relationships... If I was not deserving of love.... If perhaps I was crazy, as I and everyone else had been told I was... I was afraid to love, afraid that I just wasn't built with whatever it took inside, afraid to hurt another person. So, I accepted it was me. I took all of the blame, others were so eager to shift, upon myself. I let others define me. I let others tear me down. I let others destroy me. I let others make me question myself, my motives, my love, my heart, my reality, my sanity... I had spent years reading books, trying to have healthy relationships. Trying and trying and trying but something was off and perhaps it was me. They did make a compelling argument, I did seem to be the common den

It's been a while since I've written. It's also been a while since I've heard from God. I'm not sure if that's because He quit talking to me or I was just too hurt to listen. But last night, I found myself begging. But this time was different, I wasn't begging for my kids back or the pain to stop or the truth to be revealed... I was simply begging for God. Begging for what He and I used to have. Begging for time alone with him.  Begging to hear Him. Begging for the relationship I had with Him before my whole life fell apart. Begging for Him to hear me. Begging for Him to care. Begging for Him to show me the way out. I fell asleep begging... And, I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about Lot and his wife after Sodom and Gomorrah burnt. I know right?!?! I mean who does that? Of all the things to be thinking about in this day and age, I'm thinking about Sodom and Gomorrah????? No wonder why people call me crazy! I could see if I had just had a