Tuesday, March 25, 2014
I'm so tired of carrying around the emotional weight, but I can't seem to let it go. How in the world am I supposed to forgive them? I wish it were just as easy as throwing something away or taking off a heavy jacket.
Did you know that the origin of the word "forgiveness" comes from the Old English forgiefan "give, grant, allow; forgive," also "to give up" and "to give in marriage;" from for- "completely" + giefan "give"?
The modern sense of "to give up desire or power to punish" is from use of the compound as a Germanic loan-translation of Latin 'perdonare'. (Source: Online Etymology)
In other words, forgiveness means completely giving up of your right to be angry.
Well, sorta. It's not a bad thing to be angry. It's a bad thing when you carry around emotional baggage, grudges, or other pent up negative energy because someone has done something bad to you.
That's what I mean by your "right to be angry". Forgiveness means giving THAT up.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
They define the Gen Tech generation as those who do not remember life before Internet. They may have been born before Internet was widely available in the common American home, but they weren't old enough to remember those times.
Me? I remember playing in the mud, walking up to my neighbor's house and asking if Katie could come out and play, and rollerblading and biking until the sun went down.
I don't want to sound old and "bash" on technology. This digital age is both exciting and frightening, and while most youth toot how awesome all of these fast-paced technological advances are for mankind, I'd like to offer the alternate view.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
I actually miss being single in some ways. I miss the freedom, the flexibility and the independence. My calendar only had one set of appointments on it: mine. If something came up, I didn't have to ask someone if I could go out. I just did. My goals were mine, and I didn't have to run them by someone. If I had an idea, I could just go for it. Nothing held me back. I could focus on what I wanted to do. I could focus more on God (although I didn't always do that, to be honest).
Don't get me wrong. I love marriage. I love being married to my high school sweetheart, sharing my life with someone. That does include asking permission and running ideas by my husband first, and that's a beautiful and wonderful thing.
But just because I love where I am now doesn't mean I can't miss what I used to have.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
YOU. THINK ABOUT YOU. YOU'RE IMPORTANT. YOU'RE SPECIAL. YOU'RE LOVED. YOU DON'T NEED ANYONE ELSE BUT YOURSELF.
There are plenty of people who struggle with self-esteem and self-confidence. And I'm sure that these people really find these types of posts encouraging.
But I think some of them need to get burned.
I use the word burned not to insinuate violence but to mean disappear without a trace. They need to leave and take their influence with them. I want them incinerated.
I'm being overly opinionated, and I might not be right. I have to admit that I don't really know what it feels like to lack confidence in myself. In fact, I should probably distributing some of my confidence to other people; I have too much for just one person.
BUT I still feel like I have a point here.