God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next. Amen.
I just noticed a deleted voicemail thing on my phone...so I went there...and thought, 'I thought delete meant delete...' Then I thought, 'I don't need deleted messages' so I went to delete them for real...
And then I went, 'NOOOOO!!!!!'
Because my head all of a sudden did a time frame of my phone...and wondering how long deleted messages had been saved for... But it was too late. The deleted voicemails are gone.
We'll see if this one makes it through....if it does, it doesn't mean it's an amazingly written post...just means I got tired and took out things I thought better of...and I'll just let my reader be the proofreader and hope it makes sense...
When I was a teenager, my dad told me, "Connie...always remember that someone else's opinion is just as important to them as yours is to you..."
I try to remember that.
If I disagree with someone, if I feel 'safe' with them, I will probably ask many questions...trying to figure out why they think that way...what's behind it... I don't have to agree with you, but I'm curious as to why we differ...
So people have opinions. People have beliefs. And quite often, there is a difference...which is fine. It's how life is.
But then the whole being offended thing happens.
I get offended also...I'm not going to debate the wrong or right of whatever the offense is right now...my annoyance here is with reactions...
I am sick and tired of seeing/hearing: 'YOU MUST SEE IT MY WAY!!!'
I am sick and tired of seeing/hearing: 'YOU ARE EVIL BECAUSE ...'
What started this particular irritation this week was when someone got an anonymous hate message...disguised, and not a very good disguise, as a concerned individual who was only interested in their well-being.
It was a hateful message.
It was wrong.
And then...there were people's reactions... About how horrible that was (and it truly was horrid)...and how dare they (agreed...how dare they...) etc. And then...there they were...the outraged comments about do they NOT understand that God loves everyone? And THEN...immediately after proclaiming God's love for all, there it is. The wish for something horrible to happen to the offending person.
In three steps, people were outraged.
#1 - That's awful!
#2 - God loves everyone!
#3 - I hope (something physically bad) happens to them!
That's what you say after you say 'God loves you'... Then you wish horrible things on them?
No. No. No no no. No.
That is NOT how the whole 'Love one another as I have loved you" commandment is supposed to work.
Disagree all you want. But if you believe in the Bible...then don't go professing that He loves all and then send hatred towards the same person in the same breath.
Perhaps, I am wrong in expecting so much from people, but I don't see that I'm changing that stance.
I expect a lot from myself.
I expect a lot from my children.
I expect a lot from society.
I expect a lot from those professing to believe in God.
I expect people to NOT use God as a bashing tool.
I expect that one not say God loves everyone...oh...but you? You are only worthy of contempt. Exactly what I'm upset with you about? Yeah, I'm gonna do the same right back at you.
No. No. No no no. No.
Another one that ticked me off?
A woman was in Target with her children. She happened to be wearing a hoodie with the peace symbol on it. The color of the hoodie? Multi-colored. And a woman walking by, wearing a big ol' pretty cross necklace says, "Stupid dyke..."
Really? How does one know, simply by walking past a woman that she is stupid? How does one know, simply by a multi-colored peace hoodie, that person's sexual orientation (i'm not even using that word again)?
That's the way you want to live your Christianity?
That's the kind of comment that makes God and Jesus happy with us?
I'm past anger...I'm just sad. It makes me so very sad.
And I wonder how many times I have made others feel this way.
This: There are these baby twins in my ward...I tell them that we will be buddies...I get a look.
They're not quite 1 1/2, but they are really good at giving you a look.
(They go with their older twin sisters to Sunday School because their mom teaches the adult class, so Doug gets them in his class each week...lucky duck...I asked him if he talks to them, he says sometimes...he says he gets the look...)
Before we continue, if you are curious...you can read their mom's blog HERE and/or you can view their videos HERE.
Okay. Back to my moment. I was a bit of a slowpoke getting out of church today. Doug and I had driven separately because I had to go early for a meeting so...I was talking with this lady...talking with that lady...putting some stuff away... and then, I realized that one of the babies was sitting on the pew right in front of me. And she was facing me. Her mom was right next to her talking to someone else...so...I took the opportunity to attempt to sweet talk this baby into being my buddy. I picked up the twin baby dolls out of the diaper bag and then 'walked' them over to Sarah (i asked which one i was talking to...the other one was going to sleep on a big sister's shoulder so this was a quality time opportunity...). I got the look. I didn't care. I had the dolls kiss Sarah on her cheeks. Cuz, you know, that's funny. It took a few times but I got a small smile.
Then, as to not invade her space too much, I had the dolls act out patty cake...eensy weensy spider... She's giving me the looks of, "how do you know those songs?", so I thought we were making progress here...
Choir practice started. I thought, well...I'm here...might as well go to choir...
I asked Sarah if she wanted to go sing with me....she's looking at me....I put my arms out and ask again, "Want to go sing with me?"
HER ARMS GO UP FOR ME TO PICK HER UP!!
Oh. I am in Taylor Heaven.
I am beyond the moon happy. I pick her up and am pretty sure that as soon as I get on the stand, she'll be diving for a sister (she had 4 sisters up there)...but she didn't! She sat on my lap for most of the time and almost sang a few times.
Twice more there were times that I asked if she wanted to get up and she raised her arms for me!
After awhile, we went back to the benches and I got out my kindle and we did some Old MacDonald and some Croods stories...
I think I had her for just over an hour.
It was terrific. We'll see if she remembers me next Sunday.
(at one point, while talking with a lady, i told her how i heard: what if we greeted each other the way we greet babies...we'd all have healthy egos. i looked at her and smiled real big and said, "MELANIE!!!" she laughed.)
That: One of the missionaries bore his testimony today. He's one of the goofy fun ones that we've had. Today, he reminded me that we don't know people's trials and struggles...that behind that easy-going person, there may be a big book full of heartaches...and that I had a lot of pain as a youth, and these young men and women might have been in the same boat...and I'm going to really condense his story here...no disrespect towards him, it's more of me attempting to protect his story as I'm making it more public...
He told us his mom made and sold drugs and at the age of 6, he realized that she provided food and shelter, but he'd be raising himself and his younger brother. Around age 15, he got to go live with his dad...and he went to church... A few years later, he was wrapping up getting his missionary papers ready to turn in...he went on a date one night and was about 5 minutes past curfew...his dad told him to sit down and went into his room and prayed. So our Elder was thinking he was in serious trouble. His dad came out and asked if he trusted the Lord, if he would lean on the Lord...our Elder answered yes. His dad then broke the news that his younger brother had committed suicide.
Our Elder felt responsible...because he had basically "raised" his younger brother.
Missionary papers were put on hold as he tried to cope. A letter that his brother wrote to him was found. After awhile, one of his friends told him he needed to pray. He prayed...got a message from his brother...got some answers...finished putting his papers together... And he's out here serving us and serving the Lord.
Strong, funny, goofy young man. Who has had a tough life...and who I trust will be a great father someday.
That: We have two sets of missionaries here. Two of them are the 'walking' elders. Two of them are the 'driving' elders. Doug and I might be becoming the game place for some of the free time hours on Mondays...which is fine with me. That means they're safe and comfortable here. And, they are competitive...although, they are still newbies at Nertz...so I haven't had competition thus far. I easy double their score... One elder was telling me that I'm going down tomorrow...ha! I told him I look forward to when he eventually is competition...
I'm a wife to Douglas...mom to Brittany, Kimberly and Jaycey...stepmom to Chris & Stephanie...daughter of Rob & Jan...sister to Dan, Mark, Kari, Susan, LaDawn, Tamra, Will, Tara & LaNae...daughter-in-law to Lyman & Linnea...sister-in-law to Barbara, Todd, Jesse, Dustin, Ashley, Rich, Brian & Lori, Loren & Deleice, Elaine, Lora, Julia, Darrell & Nici, Clay & Annie...aunt to MANY...greataunt to a few...friend to a some and an annoyance to almost all. :)