This act of hate represents a much deeper issue within the heart of one man. A deeper issue revolving around the movements that Americans choose to be part of. The issues revolving around evil and uncivilized hatred, bigotry, racism.
Every night I thought of the guns, or pills, or even the rafters in the garage. I thought of dying more than I thought of living. Death just seemed easier. It may sound selfish to someone on the outside, it may be, but my will to live was slipping away.
We, as parents, don’t get a pass, a do over, or a life line. We are here, in the midst of not only our life and choices, but their life and their choices, whether or not we accepted the invitation, or signed on the dotted line of less than stellar decision making.
I won’t continue to feel beat up by a past that hurt me, ridiculed me, took advantage of me, shamed me and tossed me away. I will not hold back the gentle truth, no matter how harsh it is. I will not give up on people simply because they choose to give up on me. I will not be that person...
They may not be familiar with the battles they face, but they are familiar with who fights for us in the face of our battles.
I am a woman with faith.
We have overused terms such as “offended”, “offensive”, and “judging” in place of using scripture. We have become afraid to remain black and white on the issues of right and wrong, because that right and wrong may offend those who don’t agree, may push away those who don’t want to accept truth, and lower the numbers in pews on Sunday....
Little by little, the lack of passion went unnoticed, and within a few years, when passion no longer became my priority, another new ‘me’ emerged. She wasn’t adorned with fire and thrill. Nope. What I wore looked more like something I’d call ‘content’.
I have to admit, I haven’t studied her in a long time. When I stopped and looked, I see new creases in places that were once smooth, and eyes that look a little saggier. (I won’t mention where else things may be saggy, ha!) My hair has begun to frizz in small sections. I even seem shorter!
Many people who know me, know I’m a self-admitted airhead. Why do I call myself that? Well, no matter how hard I try, I have more ‘duh’ moments than I care to admit! It’s just a part of who I am. I was once told I was quirky- I’m still not sure if that was a compliment.