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* Baby Girl Gets Her First Glasses, Can See Clearly For The First Time – (Amazing! Your heart will EXPLODE!)
* Cat Fur To Make Kitten Britches: Fine, 43. You win. Whatever. – (Blog post of the week AND my life.)
* Fashion It So: Star Trek: TNG – Episode 7:23 – Emergence – (Hysterical as usual! 😀 )
* Poll: Which MLB Position Player Had The Best Pitching Performance This Season? – (David Ross! My secret boyfriend!)
* Accidental Devotional: Don’t Let Scarcity Steal Your Encouragement – (Don’t just think it. Tell them how much they mean!)
* Is This The Solution To ‘Throw Away’ Kids? – (Yes! More of this!)
“Just how and when we tell the truth – or keep silent – can often reveal the difference between genuine integrity and none at all.”
– Best of Bill, Bill W.
* The MLB Manager Tree – (“The following managerial ‘tree’ connects all 30 current major league managers back to either John McGraw, Connie Mack or Miller Huggins, Hall of Famers who played for Ned Hanlon, ‘The Father of Modern Baseball.'”)
* PostSecret: Waste – (It never matters…)
* South Dakota Man, 101, Competes In National Senior Games – (Throwers gonna throw!)
* 1972 Hartford Whalers Jersey – (So beautiful it makes my heart ache!)
“‘He wasn’t evil, Miss Cora,’ I finally said, still choking back sobs. ‘He wasn’t. He wasn’t.’
‘I know, chile,’ she interrupted, kissing my forehead. ‘He was a sick man. Sickness took all reason from him. Same as with a lot of folks. I ‘speck there is very few evil folks. Just a whole lot of sick folks.'”
– Drinking From A Bitter Cup, Angela Jackson-Brown
“I don’t believe in happily ever after, but I do believe in happy right now. And right now, I am happy. But more than my being happy, I am not frightened anymore.”
– Drinking From A Bitter Cup, Angela Jackson-Brown
“Because Grace bats last.”
– Anne Lamott
“If love is a casserole, which I believe it is, then an icebox pie is the first kiss…”
– Lisa Donovan, Southern Living – June 2015, p. 88
“I’d been put into a box long before, after all. Each of us has. Are you the ‘difficult’ child or the ‘histrionic’ lover, the ‘argumentative’ sibling or the ‘long-suffering’ spouse? Boxes make us easier to understand, but they also imprison us because people don’t see past them.”
– Ghost Boy – Martin Pistorius
“Whatever else they talk about, though, I’ve come to know that there are three topics women will return to again and again in conversation: their husbands, who are often a disappointment; their children, who are usually wonderful; and their weight, which is always too high. Again and again, I hear them commiserate with each other about how difficult it is to make men more responsible and diets more effective. While I don’t understand their problems with their husbands, my heart always sinks when ever I hear them talk about calorie counting. Women seem to think they go on diets in order to feel happier, but I know from experience that this isn’t true. In fact, I can safely say that the less women eat, the grumpier they get.”
– Ghost Boy – Martin Pistorius
* Star Trek Uglydolls – (WANT!)
* Anti-intellectualism Is Killing America – (Absolutely.)
* How To Change The World From Your Couch – (One person CAN change the world!)
* “Night Burgers” – Bob’s Burgers – ( ❤ ❤ ❤ )
* Researchers Say Virgin Mary Actually God’s Second Choice To Bear Son – (“There came a time, the parchment suggests, when God confided to Erica that He couldn’t ‘wait around forever…'”)
* This Dude Challenged Himself To Wear Heels All Day And Wanted To Die – (Women too, y’all. We’re just dumb enough to keep doing it.)
“We are all important, but not for the reasons we think.”
“I am trying to do what I can to love, today. Can anything else be more important?”
Contrary to popular belief, depressed people desperately want to feel better. I know this from my own experience. For me, the self-loathing and apathy were excruciating. I would pray and pray and pray that God would fix me, or would send me a man who would fix me. But neither of those things would ever happen no matter how often or how feverishly I hoped and prayed. Eventually I was so sad and hopeless I pondered jumping off my 20th floor balcony. I sat with a noose around my neck. I felt like I was being swallowed whole by my mere existence.
When I came out of that funk, I was terrified by where I’d been. I felt like I’d been balancing on a tightrope over the pit of hell. I never wanted to be swallowed up by that fear and emptiness and darkness ever again. I knew I had to take my life into my own hands and stop waiting on someone or something else to change me.
I hate pablum and cliches. So I am often too cynical and sardonic to “lower myself” to follow simple, common advice from friends and family. But at this point I was willing to try anything, even things other people had suggested. (How gauche! :rolleyes:)
I had to get off the couch, stop isolating and get back into the world. I started going to AA meetings again. I let myself enjoy food that was fattening. I volunteered to work with FurKids, an agency that works to rescue and find homes for homeless cats and dogs. I continued to be active in my church.
Even though it was sometimes tiring, and I was socially engaged more often than I really liked, I quickly realized that I was feeling better. Part of it was being with people. Part of it was spending three hours a week playing with kittens. Part of it was the serenity I found in other women’s stories in AA. Part of it was Ben & Jerry. And frankly, lots of times it was just being too busy to worry about all the things and people in the past and the future that I’d been obsessing and worrying about.
Man, it was an incredible relief! I was starting to feel like myself again. The weight was lifting off my shoulders. I actually looked forward to things a couple of times! I felt like everything was finally coming back together.
But one piece of advice that I’d been told over and over still kept nagging at me. “You have to love yourself.”
Well how the hell do you do that?!? I can’t just will myself to fall in love with the next guy I meet. How can I do that with myself. Love is one of those things you either feel or you don’t.
So, with no answers, I just went on and kept trying to open myself up to people and stay active and be less critical of myself and others. I said the Serenity Prayer out loud a lot. I felt so much more in control of my life. But there was still that unscratched itch at the thought of how to love myself.
And then one day, out of the blue, it occurred to me. DERP! I’ve always thought about love as a feeling. But turns out, love is a verb!
It’s the way we act, and the way we treat and care for ourselves and others! You are kind to yourself. You do nice things for yourself. You forgive yourself. You treat yourself as you’d treat your neighbor. THAT is how you love yourself. Turns out love isn’t a feeling; it’s an action.
It had been that simple all along and I was just too smart to see it.
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Written by United Methodist Bishop Melvin G. Talbert
“I am a life-long United Methodist.
Early on in my ministry, I did not approve of gay and lesbian people because I thought I knew God’s Word regarding this issue.
While attending a church gathering in Boston in the mid-1970s, I met a very charming young lady, let’s call her Jane. She did not fit the stereotypical image I had of gay people. The event was designed to allow straight and gay people to get to know each other without knowing our vocations or sexual orientation. During our final session together, we were invited to divulge our vocations and our sexual identity.
When Jane shared that she was gay, she shook the foundation of what I had always thought and been taught about gay people. I had to reexamine my beliefs.
In Matthew, Jesus says, ‘Do not judge, so that you may not be judged.’ Then and there, I promised God that I would never again discriminate against any persons because of their sexual orientation.
Reflecting on my involvement with the Civil Rights movement, I was reminded of how it feels to experience marginalization and oppression. I have always had a loving quarrel with my church because of what it did to my people over the years.
I slowly came to realize that, like the disciples, I had been blind to the truth that was right in front of me. Gay and lesbian people, just like people of color, are members of God’s human family.
So, I have come to the realization that we are all children of God in the process of being saved by God’s grace. Therefore, we do not have the right to deny another child of God his/her place at God’s table. By God’s grace, we are granted the privilege to invite all people to God’s table. But it is not our call to judge who is worthy. Only God can make that call.
Reflecting on scripture, tradition, experience and reason, my mind was changed on the issue of gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender Christians in the church. We all belong to God.“