Living my Religion

Change

Guess what?
We all screw up.
It’s a fact of life.
The good news is that we can always improve.
We can change.

We fall down.
I’ve learned the hard way
that we shouldn’t focus on the fall.
But, getting back up.
I recently read this quote by
“No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery
of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar.”
At church a while back,
my friend Brenda taught me something profound.
I was lamenting about how
I always have so much self improvement to make.
It gets overwhelming.
She said,
“That shouldn’t make you sad or discouraged.
You should be encouraged.
Because the fact that you know
what to improve upon
means that you are
in tune with the voice of God.
He is talking to you.
And you are hearing it.”
How wise.
My favorite quote last week:
“The best way to make
permanent change for good
is to make Jesus Christ
your model
and His teachings
your guide for your life.” ~ Scott
I wrote it on a piece of construction paper.
And tacked it above my computer.
Funny, LG walked by as I tacked.
He questioned,
“Is that for me?”
“No, it’s for me, silly.”
We all need to change.
Embrace it.

Self-Employment

For the past two years,
LeGrand has been running his own law practice.
It is a two years that I would
NEVER want to live over again.
LeGrand has done a great job.
His practice has been successful.
He really did amazing things.
He’s accomplished a lot of his goals.
And he has gotten to know himself
more than ever before.
I bet he has been significantly more successful
than most people who start a practice
right out of school.
But it’s all because of God’s grace.
And it does no good for anyone
to compare themselves to others.
Better than monetary success,
LG has helped a lot of people.
And that makes LeGrand
really happy and proud.
He could keep going,
and we would only get richer.
But, life isn’t about riches all the time.
Sometimes it’s about having some vacation time.
I can’t wait for the day that LG clocks out
and leaves work at work.
I want to be the wife that looks forward to
that summer vacation.
Instead of feeling guilty for asking the man
to take a day off of work.
I couldn’t be happier,
that it’s time for the next adventure.
Because the stress that LG has carried around,
has about killed his wife.
And I am pretty tough.
Thanks be to God
for letting us know
that we can finally move on
from our second two year mission.
Or maybe it’s our third mission.
The first being our literal church missions.
(Where we met by the way)
The second being having all of our children
while finishing college.
And the third being the law practice.
I wonder what the 4th will be?
Here’s to NOT minding your own business.
And going back to working for the man.
I know that LeGrand will find the perfect job.
People would be stupid not to hire him.
He’s a genius.
What does this have to do with church anyway?

Fear is the opposite of faith.

Matthew 8: 26 “Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?”

When we have that kind of faith and trust in the Lord,
we have true security and serenity in our lives. ~ Oaks
Fear is the antithesis of faith. ~ Hinckley
Recently, a friend of mine revealed a new concept to me.
All humans are either driven by anger or fear.
Interestingly enough,
this is in direct correlation with our flight or fight modes.
If you fear, you want to flight.
Anger makes you want to fight.
I have been reading some evidential arguments
for fighting being a healthier reaction to terrorism.
In fact anger is a driving emotion.
It builds energy.
While fear is an energy draining emotion.
It creates digression.
No energy.
It made me think of this poem that I wrote.
I will choose the faith, not the threatening fear.
Observe the children at play and not their danger.
I will hear the laughter, not see the tear.
The love of a friend, not the threat of a stranger.

Life is not lived if we choose to retreat.
If all we see is wrong then we have failed our test.
Let us not all give up, stay home, be beat.
Choose to live and give and take from life the best.


It’s not my best work,
but nonetheless telling of my unchosen emotion.
I don’t like fear.
I am an anger girl for sure.
I’m not chiding on fear.
I get it.
Fearful people have their place in this world.
They are needed to balance out us angry folk.
But, what if we all tried to overcome
either our anger or our fear?
My husband is full of fear at times.
He has come to learn of it’s debilitating effects.
He is overcoming it.
I just asked him if he had fear conquering strategies.
“Only one”, he said.
“Fear is the opposite of faith. I am going to choose to have faith.”
I asked him how that translated into
conquering the fear in those moments
that seem to have nothing to do with faith.
You know, like, how does he find the courage
to fix that dishwasher when he has never done it before
and he’s afraid because he doesn’t know what he is doing?
What does that have to do with faith?
He didn’t answer.
My thought is that if we have faith in God,
he will give us faith in our own abilities.
So, back to the picture above.
Sophia hates to have her picture taken.
People trying to force her to get her picture taken
isn’t so good for the final shot.
I think we are like that.
We have to choose to have faith.
When we choose it, we open ourselves up to God.
And we will get the perfect final picture.
And then we can look straight into
the lensof whatever fear we have,
and smile.
Because we know that God is over all.
And even if that picture isn’t the way we wanted it to be.
Or even if we are getting a picture,
we never wanted at all.
It will be God’s will,
and that is all that matters.
Because he knows what is best for us.
And when we believe in Him,
we can have trust.
Perfect trust.
And then we will also have peace.
And interestingly enough.
I would say that peace is the opposite of anger.
Hmmm.

Me and the Seven Deadly Sins

My good friend Rita is a Catholic. I love discussing her beliefs with her. The other day we got into the topic of The Seven Deadly Sins. She had to memorize them when she was in Catholic School or for Catacism or something. I really have no idea what I am talking about. Maybe Rita will correct me in the comments on where she really had to memorize these. But anyway, I came home and looked them up online. I wanted to know how guilty I was.

I guess I could feel exempt since I am not a Catholic, but, you know, I’m a woman, so I always like to find things to guilt myself over. And you know I really have a problem when I don’t have enough guilt in living one of the strictest tenants of faith, that I have to go to another religious sect for a good old fashioned guilt trip.

Here are the seven deadly sins: wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, gluttony.


I am pretty sure that out of all of these seven, my hardest one is gluttony. When I recently saw this picture when I was eight months pregnant and realized that I weighed less then than I do now, I about threw up. I am typing this now as I chow down on a big fat homemade waffle with butter and syrup and a glass of 2% milk. At least it’s not whole milk, right? I am trying to give myself props once in a while, along with the guilt trips.

I need to make this glutony a matter of prayer. It is time to get it under control once and for all. But food is my friend. It is my friend that I go to when things are bad, when things are good, and when things just are. I especially go to food when I have a child who sucks me dry. Because let’s face it…all kids are needy and they can take every last ounce of your energy if you let them. When little ones stretch me to the max, food is a great place to get lost. I always say that once I am done having babies, then I will be more motivated, but it just isn’t true.

I am motivated now, but I just don’t want to give up the fat grams, or the sugar, or the white flour. It’s a disease. Seriously. An addiction. I hate when I eat gluttonously. I feel like crap. I hate exercising and not seeing any results because I just eat more, guilt free, to fill the calories that I have burned. Because after all isn’t that why I walked this morning? So I could have two brownies beyond the one that I shouldn’t have eaten in the first place?

What about you? What’s your hardest sin of the seven. C’mon people. Let’s help each other feel better here.

There is one thing I know. It’s that we all have weaknesses. Some people don’t like to share any of theirs because they want people to think that they are perfect, but I don’t think that allows for God’s grace into your life. I also don’t think it’s being a very good friend.
It’s not that I want to know your trash. Don’t give me nitty gritty details. You can just tell me one of the very broad seven deadly’s. And tell me what you do to try and overcome it. Then I will be validated that I am not alone in the struggle and that you understand and you will reach out for my love and support as I do for yours.
Don’t tell me to go to Weight Watchers. Don’t tell me what I need to do, because I know what I need to do. Tell me what you do to overcome your weakness, and then maybe I can glean some wisdom for my situation. Even if your pet sin is one of the other six, I think that the help we need in overcoming all of them is universal. For instance, prayer, it would help with any of the seven I am sure. Or how about vacation time. Nobody is glutenous on vacation, right?
One thing annoys me in the blogging world. It is the same thing that annoys me in the Christmas Card world. I don’t want to hear your best bragging. I don’t want to see all the pictures of your perfectly matching children who have straight A’s and play five instruments, and went on 10 mission trips, and have 12 pen pals in Zimbabwe. I can handle listening to all of this stuff, if you just add in one or two pieces of the reality with it.
Consider this my best attempt at reality.
Moms are so competitive. I think most of them will have the deadly sin of envy because they feed into the world created by the other moms. Oh, your kid does that? Then they turn around to their husband that evening and say, “I think that little Bobby should do ballet.” Their husband says, “Heck no.” But because the kid of the best friend of your sister’s sister in law is doing it, you don’t want your kid to be outdone. You think, “Why can’t my kid do that? My kid is good. I want to be as good as them. I don’t want them to have more than me. And you perpetuate this onto your children.”
Well, my blog is not one of those places that encourages envy. What works for you, won’t necessarily work for me. And I am wise enough to know that my kids don’t need to compete with your kids. The only person they need to compete with is themselves. And that goes the same for me. Yeah, you may be a Size 2. I don’t care. I don’t want to overcome my love affair with food so that I can look like you. I want to overcome it so that I can overcome it and feel better with what I have accomplished in self improvement.
Come to my blog to feel better. Know I am on the journey with you. I’m imperfect. And I know you are too, whether you want to admit it or not.
Rita just stopped by. We were discussing sloth. I noticed all the cobwebs in the corners of my home. Maybe I have another deadly sin.
Oh no! I can’t breathe. I’m dying. Oh yeah, I’m not Catholic. It’s all good.

Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God

This morning I was uplifted.
I was encouraged.
I was thanked.
I was given perspective.
I was humbled.
I was honored.
For no other reason than
I am a mother.
Because I am a mother,
I am a partner with God.
My children are so wonderful.
Because they came from God.
Therefore, He helps me,
even when I don’t know it.
I am greatly blessed.

Thank you to my God for the words of a truly inspired Apostle.

Spiritually Minded Women

Some of my friends, doing what we do best: shepherding God’s future warriors.
At church a few weeks ago, our Bishop was addressing a room full of women. He asked if we had noticed a moral decline in the world, specifically when it comes to church attendance. He said that he had noticed that many people nowadays just go to church because it’s the thing to do, but that they don’t go as a way to worship and help them be closer to God throughout the week. Nobody said anything.

I raised my hand and said, “Bishop, I don’t disagree with you, because I think that is precisely the way the world is headed, but I think many of us women are fortunate to have a lot of friends who still do care about their God and not just on Sundays.”
I went on, “I am personally privileged to have a lot of inspiring women as friends.”
I kind of ruined his point, but I wouldn’t change my honesty. I have so many wonderful women in my life. They all inspire me to be a better daughter of God. To be a worshipper of my Savior Jesus Christ. To be a mother who loves with all she’s got. To be a wife who honors her husband. They inspire me to higher grounds.
They inspire me in real life. They inspire me in my cyber life, and they inspire me with His word. Many of them do all three. Nicole is one of those. I was so grateful for her recent flattering words. Her words were strong evidence for my argument to my Bishop. What could be better in this world then us women who rock the cradle, backing each other up? Not much. Unless that backing was with God. Because nothing can penetrate that. Nothing at all.

Noteworthy

* just a note: this is the picture I decided to use as part of this post, it has no affiliation to Adrian Burnett, except for the fact that all the staff live the Golden rule. I don’t want to get any non-believers out there up in arms.

If you live in Knoxville, Adrian Burnett Elementary is the place to educate your children.

I cannot praise the staff enough.
They help me to raise my children.
They mentor my children in one way that means the world to me:
positivity.
Every year I get choked up. Every dang year! “Why”, you ask? Those darn awards days. Yes, you wouldn’t be surprised by me crying at the pride I have in my children. They fair well, but I am always proud of my children. It’s something even greater than them.
It’s this time of the year that I get to be proud of people besides my children. I am so proud of the teachers at Adrian Burnett. They believe in their kids, no matter how hard the year may or may not have been. The last week of school, you will find EVERY child leaving the school with a ribbon in hand and a message that will remain in the hearts of the children who attended this wonderful school, full of wonderful teachers, administrators, and support staff. The teachers find something to congratulate every child for whether it be “most improved reader” or “the nicest friend in the class”. In fact sometimes, I leave, wishing that my kids would take one of these special awards home over the many others that they always get. What better message can a child earn than:
“I am good at something” and “Somebody noticed”.
My love and admiration goes to them all. And my thanks goes to God because he has made it possible for my children to have such a wonderful opportunity to be educated in ALL the things of this world. Every day, they see by almost perfect example the power of kindness and service.

God vs. Science

It had to be something good to pull me out of my blogging slum. It was an e-mail forward. I don’t know if it is accurate or true. I didn’t snopes it. I didn’t google Albert Einstein. I just know that God exists and I wanted to share some good scientific arguments in support of my argument.

I hope my children know this one thing about me. I know God lives and watches over us. I know that our lives are linked to His and that He wants us to return home to Him like any loving father would. So many people in this world act to the contrary and I wish that they could understand their Father like I do because they would never want to disappoint Him or tread on His commandments or treat His other children badly. They would pray to Him like speaking to Him was their lifeline. They would overcome their weaknesses instead of succumbing to Satan’s lulling influence because they would understand that this life is a time to prepare to meet God.

I saw a church sign the other day. I didn’t have my camera. It said, “Look around. God sent you flowers.” Yes, everyone, faith changes everything.

Who needs Einstein when you have children to tell you what you need to know?
I can’t post without a photo, but in the past 6 months, I have gone from my PC, to my laptop, now to LG’s backup work laptop which has just three photos to choose from.


GOD VS. SCIENCE:
‘Let me explain the problem science has with religion..’
The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

‘You’re a Christian, aren’t you, son?’

‘Yes sir,’ the student says.

‘So you believe in God?’

‘Absolutely. ‘

‘Is God good?’
‘Sure! God’s good.’

‘Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?’

‘Yes’

‘Are you good or evil?’

‘The Bible says I’m evil.’

The professor grins knowingly. ‘Aha! The Bible! He considers for a moment. ‘Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?’

‘Yes sir, I would.’

‘So you’re good…!’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’

‘But why not say that? You’d help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn’t.’

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. ‘He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Can you answer that one?’

The student remains silent. ‘No, you can’t, can you?’ the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. ‘Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?’

‘Er..yes,’ the student says.

‘Is Satan good?’

The student doesn’t hesitate on this one. ‘No.’

‘Then where does Satan come from?’

The student falters. ‘From God’

‘That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?’

‘Yes, sir..’

‘Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything, correct?’

‘Yes’

‘So who created evil?’ The professor continued, ‘If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.’

Again, the student has no answer. ‘Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?’

The student squirms on his feet. ‘Yes.’

‘So who created them?’

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. ‘Who created them?’ There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. ‘Tell me,’ he continues onto another student. ‘Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?’

The student’s voice betrays him and cracks. ‘Yes, professor, I do.’

The old man stops pacing. ‘Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?’

‘No sir. I’ve never seen Him.’

‘Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus?’

‘No, sir, I have not..’

‘Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?’

‘No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.’

‘Yet you still believe in him?’

‘Yes’
‘According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist… What do you say to that, son?’

‘Nothing,’ the student replies.. ‘I only have my faith.’

‘Yes, faith,’ the professor repeats. ‘And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.’

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. ‘Professor, is there such thing as heat? ‘

‘ Yes.

‘And is there such a thing as cold?’

‘Yes, son, there’s cold too.’

‘No sir, there isn’t.’

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly become s very quiet. The student begins to explain. ‘You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit down to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.’

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

‘What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?’

‘Yes,’ the professor replies without hesitation.. ‘What is night if it isn’t darkness?’

‘You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?’

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. ‘So what point are you making, young man?’

‘Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.’

The professor’s face cannot hide his surprise this time. ‘Flawed? Can you explain how?’

‘You are working on the premise of duality,’ the student explains.. ‘You argue that there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought.’ ‘It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absen ce of it.’ ‘Now tell me, professor.. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?’

‘If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.’

‘Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?’

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

‘Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?’

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. ‘To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.’ The student looks around the room. ‘Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor’s brain?’ The class breaks out into laughter. ‘Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain, felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelt the professor’s brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.’ ‘So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?’

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. ‘I Guess you’ll have to take them on faith.’

‘Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,’ the student continues. ‘Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?’ Now uncertain, the professor responds, ‘Of course, there is. We see it Everyday. It is in the daily example of man’s inhumanity to man. It is in The multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.’

To this the student replied, ‘Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God’s love present in his heart. It’s like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.’

The professor sat down.

PS: the student was Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein wrote a book titled God vs. Science in 1921…

God’s Love

Back on the 4th of July, I experienced a mothering moment that helped me comprehend the love of God.

We were at a friend’s house and sparklers were passed around to all of the kids. Many of us adults were sitting several yards away on the porch just chatting and enjoying our food.
My mother in law was holding our new baby Caroline, yet amazingly enough, still watching over our older kids with sparklers better than I was hands free. She said, “Alice, you better go and check on Bella. I think something is wrong.”
I sauntered over only to discover Bella with one shoe off sitting on the ground holding her big toe apart from the one right next to it. As long as I live, the smell of her burning flesh will never leave me. A remnant of her sparkler had fallen into the hole of her croc. and melted away her flesh. A few days later, when I was worried infection might be spreading, I wasn’t surprised when the doctor told me that she had third degree burns.
And for inquiring minds, we were prescribed some good burn ointment and figured out how to wedge gauze between the toes so that the air could get to the wound and she is now as good as new.
Back to the story. Finding Bella suffering from this burn was very disheartening to me. I was so upset that I hadn’t noticed her jump around in pain. I was saddened the she didn’t cry out for help. I was compassioned that she was sitting in a state of shock and doing a mighty fine job of “being tough”. The girl didn’t even cry until I told her it was o.k.
The next day, on our way to church, I was expressing my feelings to LG. “Why didn’t she scream?”, I lamented. I felt horrible that somehow I had taught my child to be too tough and that for some reason I had not given her permission to hurt or to scream out for help when she needed it the most.
A little further down the road to church, it struck me like a ton of bricks. I could not hold back my emotion. I sat silently as tears streamed down my face. I had experienced for my child what God must experience so often for all of his children. I am sure at times he also laments, “Why don’t they scream?”
Because of the feelings I experienced while pondering upon Bella, I know that God, our Father, is there to help us. He doesn’t want us to suffer alone. He is a perfect God, and unlike this sometimes oblivious mother, he notices every time we get burned. We may not approach him because we think it is hopeless or that we aren’t worthy of his love. (Just as Bella never screamed out because maybe she thought she would be in trouble) But, as his children, we are always worthy of his love. He cannot stop loving us no matter how badly we have acted. Sometimes we may even think we did something wrong when really we haven’t. Sometimes maybe somebody else handed us a sparkler and we took it without realizing what damage it could do.
We may not seek his help because we think we are tough and that we can handle it, which may very well be true. But, why do we insist on doing it alone when he is watching over us so diligently? He is the ultimate water source. He is like the soothing jacuzzi pictured above. And when we fail to seek him, it’s as if we choose the pathetic path of spitting upon our own wounds, when he can pour out the most refreshing waterfall. Need I remind you that his waterfall is naturally flowing all of the time and is there whether we tap into it or not.
Bella was being tough; she didn’t think that she needed my help. Without totally realizing the severity of the burns at the time, I grabbed Bella by the hand and walked over to a water source. I kick myself now when I think that I made her limp over and I didn’t pick her up and carry her to safety.
God is perfect. He can pick us up. He will let us limp only if it is absolutley necessary for us to learn something. Otherwise he will always carry us to safety. I know this to be true.
I hope that I will never error again by being too tough for God. Because after this experience, I have learned that when I am too tough, he has to sit back and watch me suffer, and that is the last thing he wants to do. I know it. I know it because I would take a million burns over my own body, until my death if necesssary, than to ever smell the burning flesh of my own child ever again. Or if she absolutely has to experience that burn, I at LEAST want to hold her up while she does.

Jeremiah 31:3 “…I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore
with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.”

O.k. I admit it.

I cried when I watched this with my kids on Saturday.

LG made fun of me during Sunday School yesterday

while he explained that just because one has emotion

it doesn’t mean that they are feeling The Spirit.

I would like to make an argument that it could have been

The Spirit

and not just my well of tears that we call mother’s emotion.

Galations 5:22-23

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

I was feeling love for Michael Jackson.

I was feeling joy in knowing that back in the day,

all those artists gave to the greater good.

I was feeling peace, thinking back on simpler times we called the 80’s.

I was feeling longsuffering because let’s face it, that diamond studded glove can really make one suffer in pain wondering what’s the point.

I was feeling gentleness as I explained for the 20th time how amazing was the phenomenon of We Are The World.

How can one not feel faith at the lyrics:

“As God has shown us, by turning loaf to bread.”

Especially when the voice singing is Willie Nelson?

And now I am tired and don’t want to think too hard of meekness or temperance.

But, I am sure that I could come up with something.

If I knew that I was going to have to defend my tears

in Sunday School next week.

Consider this a warning for ratting me out LG.