Happy 50th Wedding Anniversary!!

I now understand what a great accomplishment it is for a couple to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. One can be assured that it wasn't 50 years of wedded bliss, or a ride on cloud nine. It would be unreal to say that a marraige that survived for 50 years was without its difficulties.

No I haven't just attended an anniversary party nor can I think of a couple who has recently celebrated a 50th anniversary. I draw this conclusion by looking at my own marraige and its measley, almost, 13 year length. My husband and I have come across some very rocky terrain, cut trails through some overgrown jungles when the thoughts of 'throwing in the towel' were entertained if only for a moment. I have had to learn that there is more in this life than just me, and God strengthens us to persevere through the darkest of times.

There should be a book written about these couples that endure each other for 50 long years. Their secrets should be documented and framed for those of us who are mere newlyweds compared to them. On April 4th of this year my husband and I will reach our 13th wedding anniversary which means we have only 37 more years to go to reach the golden 50. It seems like a lifetime away, and many things can happen during those years to turn a marraige sour. Our story has yet to be written. I am left holding the hand of God and praying for my husband, praying for our marraige and praying that God will guide me to be the wife my husband needs me to be.

New Years Thoughts

Here I sit, poised and ready to type, doing semi-circles in my rotating desk chair hoping to stir something up from the bottom of my thoughts. Not only is it a new year as in 2011 but it is also the beginning of my 37th year on earth, mind you I am only turning 36 today. The idea of forming new habits and new goals is still fresh in my mind from the New Year celebrations which have been archived less than two weeks ago.

My house sits in need of attention, I am barely scraping by on good parenting, and my mind is filled of warmer temperatures and sunshine filled skies. My award winning question for the new year is, "Lord what do you have for me (us)?" I have a list of things I want to do and a litany of things I don't want to be stuck doing.

Well this post has stretched my mind enough for the hour. I still have one child to usher off to school and I sit here forcing my eyelids to stay open.

Tolerance? Yeah right!

I am a terible sufferer of AADD, Adult Attention Deficit Disorder. I sign on my blog to write but then I notice I don't have a cutesy picture in my default box, I spend a minute trying to access a photo album and realizing I don't know where this photo album is on the desktop computer, then I see where I can update my profile to a public profile but it's for google accounts and I just wanted to do it for my blog, so then I decide that I got on here to write and that is what I should be doing.

Tolerance, yeah right! Tolerance has lost its meaning amongst most people claiming to be open-minded. If tolerance was a rowboat it would be listing stongly to one side.

TOLERATE ME! is loudly yelled from those who inadvertently stand against me. Who am I? A caucasian, heterosexual, Bible believing follower of Jesus Christ. That's right, I said it, hetero, Christ follower.

I can tolerate those who are different from me, those who believe differently and those who live a lifestyle which I am opposed to.

My faith is personal to me. Yes I believe the only way to heaven is through Jesus Christ's death on the cross and His forgiveness of my sins, I believe that the Bible is the infallible and inspired Word of God. I also believe that God has called me to love those different than I. Jesus prayed for those who nailed Him to the cross, He did not spew sermons at them. He sat with the woman at the well and spoke of eternal life for her through belief in Him. I enjoy my time spent at my church and walk away feeling as if I have sat at the feet of Jesus for that time.

I do not float on clouds because of my personal faith, I have human emotions. I don't agree that a mosque should be built near Ground Zero. Let's go to their countries and build churches in their cities. Muslims burn Christians in their countries, where is the outcry of tolerance then?

I am personally tired of being told that I have to tolerate those who are or believe differently than me. My faith already commands me to love those different than me. When the tables are turned and those different than me are approached with tolerating me, or the way I believe, names, stereotypes, hostile ideas, and a personal cut off are the only reactions I receive.

I could go on but I have already taxed my attention span. I am not this outspoken in person, perhaps that is why I have vented in the written word.