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Okay, I'm going to go political here...
so if you swing on the pro choice side, you may just want to stop reading here.
I do NOT want MY taxes to go to pay for an abortion. I believe life starts at conception, and I am horrified that the money I make will go to fund and support ending the precious life. I know people who got pregnant in college, I know people who had abortions b/c it was easier.
Cop out.
Sorry, but cop out.
And I know that most people choose to have abortions b/c they made irresponsible choices and it left them in an inconvenient predicament.
So someone gets drunk and gets pregnant. And they can end a life. No problem.
Someone else gets drunk, gets behind a wheel and ends a life. Big problem.
I realize that there are cases where it's not so cut and dry. Rape.
Someone is already traumatized by rape...ending a life in abortion doesn't make the wound go away.
But nevertheless...even if abortion is legalized...it should not, should NOT be financially supported by the tax payer.
Not matter what. Period.
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Carrie tried Walter's old bike today without training wheels.
She has gone the length of the garage with me holding her backside in the fall, but this was different.
This was the real deal.
We went to the park and I pulled out the old bike. Now, it is missing a pedal, so pedaling with a bar instead of a pedal is trickier.
I walked/jogged beside her with my hand on the back of her seat, ready to hold her when she started to fall.
She has the ability, she did well when she didn't focus on the fear of falling. When she remembered she could fall, she started to panic.
She did a few runs about 15-20 feet without my hand...I was right beside her so when she started to panic and wobble, I put my arms on her handlebars to help her balance the bike.
If she could just believe in herself, and trust the one who knows she is ready to start practicing, she'd be fine.
How difficult it is to try something new, try something with the fear of failing, of falling, of getting hurt.
Getting hurt. That's a big one.
And the good Lord is never far with His arms. Sometimes falling and even getting hurt is necessary for our own personal story.
But if we never get on the bike without the training wheels, we'll never be able to experience the great feeling in accomplishment, we'll never be able to feel the thrill of the true ride.
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So I caught news that the Disney store in the Cool Springs mall was closing its doors.
Now, if you don't know Cool Springs, it is a very prominent area of Tennessee, a very financially stable area of the nation, so it seems. When the cookie starts to crumble in the areas of Brentwood and Cool Springs, you know there is a problem.
Which leads me to ask...where is our security? I'd like to think that my security is heaven based. I try very hard to remind myself that although I live on earth, it is not my home. However, it's something I think I need to be reminded of, often. When Jeff and I look at finances and what is or is not there, we can tend to go into "control" or "panic" mode. Or I do, anyway. How can we make this work? Is there any way I can go back to work? We truly think Carrie needs one more year of preschool...and then perhaps in a year and a half I can go back to work...what does that look like for the Johnson family? And I'm a teacher, so it's not like going back to work will bring in loads of money...
We have to keep coming back to the fact that we are grounded in Christ. He died for us. He has already won the battle and nothing can take that eternal security away from us.
And no matter what happens, He knows the beginning, the spot that is NOW, and the end. He knows the path He has CHOSEN for us. And nothing surprises Him. He has prepared us for exactly where we are right now...and that has EVERYTHING to do with where we will be in the future.
What if Jeff loses his job and we need to move? What if we have to sell the house and move in with family? What if, what if, WHAT IF?
If I asked my parents in the year 1991 why we were moving to Nashville, they would tell you "because it's God's plan." They had NO idea that perhaps moving to Nashville meant that Mindy would find her path in teaching music and find her "promised, set aside just for her - perfect match" husband in her first year of teaching. I'm positive that our move to Nashville had so so so much more than just that spoke of the wheel, spindle of the web- there were so many reasons connecting us to the move to Franklin, TN. But reminding ourselves of that can help keep us grounded in faith--
that everything works to glorify Him, according to HIS purpose.
not our purpose, it's so not about us. It's about HIM.
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I was reading Genesis 2 and 3 today at breakfast with Walter and Carrie. Now, let me set the scene here...snow day allows for a nice slow breakfast. Walter, 6, and Carrie, 4, are listening to me read word by word the scriptures and stopping every once in a while to further explain and check for understanding.
Trying to explain sin entering the Garden of Paradise was difficult. Explaining how sin and holiness do not mix. So I look out the window and see the blanket of snow still remaining on the ground and get an idea. We talked about how white snow is, and what happens when a dog pees in the snow. Makes the spot yellow, no longer white. Can it go back to white?
Nope. It's gross now.
Yep, so is sin. That's why we need Jesus, because miraculously, he can take the stain, like the dog pee, and remove it. Something we cannot do on our own, just like we can't remove the dog pee from the snow.
Thank you, Holy Spirit, thank you for working in the hearts of my children this morning. Thank you for prompting me to take advantage of our time together to teach about your ways.
May the Lord, our God, continue to work in the hearts of my children, and in the hearts of everyone who comes across this blog today. Take them to a new place of understanding of you, Lord.
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