You matter.

Of course you know that I intend this blog to be more about the sarcastic, lighthearted side of life, but sometimes I have to do more than that.  Sometimes I realize that we live in a fallen world with fallen people who make horrific decisions.  Sometimes there are things that happen that cause me to feel my social obligation to be a voice.

Here’s the thing.  I am a Christian woman. I have been a Christian woman for over a decade, but I’ve seen very close and intimate images of the other side.  Because of these two facts, I tend to view things a little differently than some others.  I haven’t read my Bible like I should, and I haven’t been on my best emotional and mental game of late.  That’s what, for me, makes it hard to decide exactly what to say.

I’ll start with this: how old you are, what your denomination is, your sexual orientation, your politics, your family or the color of your skin do not determine whether or not you have value. The most basic and important and vital detail of human life is that you matter.  Age, sexual orientation, religion, race, none of that determines your worth because you are already worth something. You were created by a God who loves endlessly; you matter deeply to Him, and you matter to me. Continue reading “You matter.”

Those things I was never going to do.

I’m waiting for my toddler to stop screaming “I won” from her crib (35 minutes now), knowing all the other things I should be doing (like all the clean laundry I’ll have to redry because it’s been sitting in a massive pile for 2 days), gladly choosing to write to you instead.  It could be worse; I could be sitting on the couch watching Divergent for the 30th time stuffing my face with chips. Continue reading “Those things I was never going to do.”