rapid reinstatement

As inspired by my older sister and few a series recent events.. I've decide that it is not time to bring back this old blog of mine... This time not only filled with thoughts and the working of what God continually and faithfully does in my life but also we some creative ideas, noteworthy fashions, and other fun things. It will actually be a tool in the "100 Challenge" and my blog with be populated with many "Outfits of the day.." all different mind you.. And as you guess for 100 days. Sadly, I am sure I have enough close to make even more than that.

So here's to a rapid reinstatement of blogging, thoughts, and for today.. a funny website.

http://sweetenothings.wordpress.com

Able

We need to stop using the world diabled. We need to start using the world able.

Because we are able to make a difference in People's lives.


We need to spread this message all over the world so everybody can agree to it.

We will keep on spreading this message like lighting and thunder.

And let it echo through the streets.

Becase have a fire, a fire in out hearts that is deep and passionate about being able!

-Germia Harvey, 2009

rise up oh, men of God.

it's no wonder that women has started to cling to themselves.
they have become hard. i will not say stronger because women have a unique strength.
they have become more independent, closed off, and resisting trust of any man.
they have started to be seen as victims, weak, and merely a object to be tossed around.
no wonder there is a commitment of feminist in north America.
i am woman hear me roar.

as for men they have started to become less of leaders and more of passive bystanders. or when they are active many are in the wrong ways.
i understand that this sounds hard.
and i for one hate generalizations.

but today i sat in a room with many women who are aged and experienced.
who have strength beyond belief.
they have cried more painful tears than i have. and they have had their hearts broken in ways i can't imagine.
you see there husband had or do still beat them.

they held money form them.
they manipulated them emotionally.
they took out whatever kind or twisted power, desire for manipulation, and whatever distorted image of what a relationships should look like into there fist.

my heart breaks as i have recently heard a story about someone so dear to me and how she was abused.

i get angry.
frustrated.
mad.

this has happened for years.
we think it has gotten better.
we think sexism is gone.
even in the work place the average male will make two or three times more than female doing the exact same job.
we think we have equal roles and equal societal image.
in north America we must.
in Canada we must.
yet a man is considered a hero among his buddies when he sleeps around while a woman is a whore.

therefore the society of broken women, survivors of things i can't imagine .. maybe one or two.. got to enough strength to say .. i can't take this anymore.
and a revelation started called feminism. which has become more extreme.
many women may not even realize they portray the characteristics. but refuse to be anything
but
independent.

it is no wonder that women has started trying to control relationships.
that in so many t.v shows today there are women who pretend relationships do not arouse strong emotions of attachment and commitment or that a man is incapable of breaking there ever protected heart...

it is no wonder the so called chilvery has become dead not only because of men but because of women proclaiming they want nothing to do with it.
"what you don't think i am good enough to open my own door! i am strong don't you know"

there are so many broken relationships.
i am not blaming the women or the men.
i just know that this battle of the sexes is not close to ending.

i also know that i see these woman who are trapped.
they are emotionally vulnerable.
and beyond the strength of just leaving. the legal, the children, the custody, the money, the legistics of it all are overwhelming.
a seems more than impossible.
and that is when begin hit seems reasonable.

i have just begun to see the broken hearts of the world.
and i am ensured that i will see more of them.
not just because of the profession i have chosen but because of the broken world we live in is full of individuals who stories sometimes can only be told by tears.

so i say this.
rise up oh men of God.
please be the men who cherish, love and adore your women in your life.
be strong for you wives, daughters, sisters and friends.
again, i am not blaming men as a whole for all of the broken relationships and abuse.
but i saw tears in the eyes of women who's lives where nearly ruined by men.

pray for them because behind all the hard,independent face is an aching heart.
never think that this gentle, loving heart that has seem to be labeled as lacking masculinity has gone out of style.

be the one that proves everything i have said wrong. not only with abuse.
but will the sheer treasuring of a fragile heart.

stick around long enough to realize there terror of commitment because of fathers who walked out. because of fathers who never i said i love you.. or your beautiful.
and then be the man or father who says it.

older men please teach younger men to lead. and to love. to pray and walk in such away that we will follow.

and in this world with all of these broken relationships.
hurt.
pain.
and broken hearts.
can we as the church show something that can only be a reflection of the beautiful love of our savior.
i am HIS bride.
and that relationships is beautiful.
let's depict that same beauty in our earthy marriages and relationships.

as a church. let's believe in the beauty of love again.

this is jumble mess of emotion thoughts from my day. they don't make sense. and you may not even be able to figure out what it has to do with abuse, gender roles, and emotional pain.
but i felt us though i need to say something.
so this is the out pouring of my heart for the day.

Let's put the seniors in Jail...

*** I did not write this and I am not sure who did. But it will make the wheels in your head turn. And help you to begin to think about so many of the social stuctures that need to be changed.***

Let's put the seniors in jail, and the criminals in a nursing home.

This way the seniors would have access to showers, hobbies, and walks, they'd receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical treatment, wheel chairs etc. and they'd receive money instead of paying it out. 

They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be helped instantly, if they fell, or needed assistance. Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them.

A guard would check on them every 20 minutes, and bring their meals and snacks to their cell. They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose. They would have access to a library, weight room, spiritual counseling, pool and education.

Simple clothing, shoes, slippers, P.J.'s, and legal aid would be free on request. Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard, with gardens. Each senior could have a P.C., a T.V., radio, and daily phone calls.

There would be a board of directors to hear complaints, and the guards would have a code of conduct, that would be strictly adhered to.

The "criminals" would get cold food, be left all alone, and unsupervised, lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week, live in a tiny room, pay $4,000.00 per month and have no hope of ever getting out. Justice for all.


This should make us think of what kind of world we created for ourselves.

bring it on 2011 .

we could sit here and talk about last year over a couple of coffee in starbucks with little room to sit and while failig at trying to keep warm as people come in and out in and out.
i would rather just plow forward.
last year had it's up and down's and that is to be acknowledge. in fact i would be lying if i didn't say that i journaled about my regrets from this past year.
but only to say how can be better this year.
so don' get caught up on what you did or didn't do.
how you fell in love or how you got your heart broken.
how you gained 5lbs. or how you spend most of your evening watch re-runs of the office.
how you fought with your family, friends, co-workers.
things happen.
in my short years i know this.
don't get caught up but move foward.
here i come 2011. with gun blazing.
clearly from my tone, i bet you can already guess that i am a new resolution making junkie.
i love them.
but i stick to them. i continually set goals for myself. for me that's how i accomplish things.
here ya' go:
-Start a bible reading plan. Because really nothing else matter. Get your facts straight. Know Jesus. Read his word. And follow his directions.
-Read a chapter of any book, every week. Because in school I don't have time to read more than that but there are alot of amazing people out there with amazing things to learn. And the leaders of yesterday or those who didn't mess around and grew their minds.
-Get into shape. Oh, hello typical. But for real. I am going to Europe in may. Back packing my friend. So I need to be in shape. More than that I want to run a half-marathon. And further more it develops further discipline back to my running shoes I go.
-Read a blog each month. Oh, great. Yes there will be more. It is not something that I think that I a especially good out. It is something to develop. I guess it is a form of therepy for me. Write it out. It seems more real.
-Maintain an 85%. Make the deans lisit. Get into university. Do it.
-Do one Random Act of Kindness a week. Why does it have to only be a day of the year? I think of myself way more that I think of others. Time to change that .
-Make more time for arts and crafts. Time to express. This year I will create

Cheers.

trust.

It has been a fantastic weekend. it has been filled with fun, laughter, and learning about my wonderful saviour.
I've also done a lot of thinking this weekend as I cleaned and organized my room.
Thinking about this thing called trust. To be honey I guess it would have more started with this idea of submission.
You know the inevitable discussion about male and female roles in a biblical context. I struggle with this idea. The idea of submitting. The idea that I will not be the leader and head of my home. That is not to say that I do not realize or grasp the importance of it.
Yet, I do not understand it. I struggle to understand the why of it and if I was being perfectly honest I would have to say the idea scared me into a feeling of not in control of the situation that I may face.
That may make sense to you that make make no sense. Some of you strive and long to be a woman under the leadership of her husband cook, cleaning and mothering. That is wonderful and beautiful.
I've always wished that was a more significant part of my dreams
They are. And some day they will be. But for now they are just there... in the back of my
Back to trust.
Back to being scared.
I've realized that maybe it's not so much the discussion of submitting but more a discussion about trust. Me trusting and placing so much into a hands of someone who will look out for my best interest.
Maybe I'm not prepared to give some one that trust.
We focus so much on the act itself and not the driving power behind that source. Trust.
Do I trust him? To protect, care and lead.
Trust is scary especially when you see the lives of individual fall apart with there marriage.
When you see men stepping out of their families lives and women a like.
Why would I submit to something when .... that could only cause more pain.
I am a capable young women. And I can do it.
But I can't.
I can't do it without God. I can't do it without relationships. I can't do it without so many things.. I am not strong enough.
And maybe I am still looking it at it the wrong way because it is trusting God to bring a man of HIM into my life that I can trust.
I am processing as I write this so it is fresh from my mind,uncensored and I am sure slightly confusing and rambling.
Trust God first.
Know yourself first.
Fall in love after.
Trusting him will be so much easier..

And than the submitting that I as a woman am called to do will follow. I trust God to cultivate that in my life so that I can force it to follow.

I am woman hear my roar.

Roar: love, grace, strength, forgiveness, laughter, joy, prayer, peace, and the fruits of what He has called us to be.

blessing.

I just wanted to share with you one of the blessing in my life. A good friend that I ment down in Texas... who actually lives in Cali come up to see me. We had a great week of coffee (for her hot chocolate), milk bags (because American doen't have those, amazing talks, reading, and just doing life together.

Count your blessings. Name them one by one. This blessings name is Steph.