I’ve been on a crime documentary kick lately. My heart has been broken seeing how unjust our justice system is, at times, for both victims and people accused of crimes. I’ve found myself angry at the at the terrible things that people have done to one another, and I’ve found myself passing judgements on the offenders, wondering how someone could do such awful things. I’ve thought things like, “they deserved a much harsher sentence,” or “why are people like that even alive?” Continue reading “Uncomfortable Grace”
I’ve been waiting on insurance to approve an MRI since the middle of August, and finally got word today that my insurance isn’t even accepting the requests from my doctor. It isn’t that they are receiving the requests and denying them – they are seeing there has been a request and refusing to even look at it and put it in their system.
To say that I’m frustrated is an understatement. Tonight I was just angry. I was angry at how stupid insurance is (you won’t convince me otherwise right now) and how messed up my body is with still no answers. Continue reading “I Don’t Want to Hear it, but I Need To”
Man. My heart has been heavy the last few days.
It seems like every time I get on Facebook I see that someone is getting a divorce. I know that what I see isn’t anywhere close to the number of people worldwide that are experiencing divorce, and it’s just been making my heart ache.
Divorce hurts. Regardless of when, how, or why it happens, it hurts. It hurts even when Continue reading “Divorce Hurts”
I’ve heard marriage described as a beautiful example of Christ’s love for the Church, and, before I got married, I probably believed that completely, but I have since learned that sometimes it isn’t.
Sometimes marriage isn’t a beautiful example because married people are not more perfect than unmarried people. Do I think that marriage has the potential to be a beautiful example of Christ’s love for the Church? Absolutely, but to leave out the rest of it seems a bit dishonest and irresponsible. Continue reading “The Mysterious Disappearance of Pursuit”
My husband and I watched the movie St. Vincent tonight.
I gave it four stars on Netflix, but only because it made me cry and I couldn’t handle the kid’s cuteness. The movie as a whole was just okay. It was pretty rough around the edges in some places, but there was one part that just moved me.
The movie is about a single mom and her son. They move into a new neighborhood, and
I enjoyed reading as a kid, then somewhere around junior high or high school that enjoyment went away. Maybe it was being forced to read certain books for school, or maybe it was something I did. I don’t really know. As an adult I’ve discovered that I do still like reading, but getting a book in my hand is the hard part. If I can find a good book, I’ll read and read, but taking time to find a good book is something I don’t really like doing.
My younger sister and I started reading a series of books that she really likes. I’d never read them before, so she read to me while I did dishes or made supper. We finished book number one, and she got the second and third books from the library. I started the second book a couple days ago and finished today.
As I was reading yesterday, I thought, “It would be great if the Bible was Continue reading “Here We Are Now. Entertain Us.”
There’s this guy in the Bible named Job. He was a blameless man who feared God, so satan went to God one day, and said, “he only fears You because You’ve given him everything he could ever want. Take away his land and possessions, and he will curse You.” So God gave satan permission to take Job’s land and possessions (but satan could do nothing to Job himself), knowing that Job would not curse Him. This went on and on, and Job lost his children, land, possessions, money, and wife, but still did not curse God. So satan said, “of course Job wouldn’t curse You. You wouldn’t let me touch him.” So God told satan that Job was in his hand, but he had to spare his life, knowing that Job would still not curse Him. Satan covered Jobs body in sores from head to toe, but he still didn’t curse God. In the end of the story, everything and more was restored to Job.
I’ve been able to relate to Job a lot in my life. Right now, I feel like I am Job. Continue reading “But When?”