What do you do at doctor’s appointments when the doctor asks you if you’ve fallen recently, or if you feel safe at home? I’m always like, “Well, yes, but that’s normal for me” or, “No but it’s because I’m super clumsy.” (Actually I never say that second thing now that I’m married, because I don’t want anyone to think I’m making excuses for an abusive husband. I DO feel safe with him. But sometimes I think it!)
I fell frequently up the stairs at college, mostly because for the first year my backpack weighed more than I did. Nobody believed it was the correct saying, but after watching me enough, they agreed. My brother used to call me a "blonde in denial." And for all the reading I do, I believed into my 20's that Australians celebrated Xmas August 25th.
However, I have your book, and I remember the underlying message: it's okay to rock the boat. I'm a Yankee, born and bred, so I don't mind telling you my opinion - immediately. Society has taught women to smile in public and be catty b**** in private. And modern Christianity tells us to "just love everyone." There is a difference between holy love, and selfish enabling.
Our shiplap signs proclaim all kinds of authenticity, but a wooden plaque is really just tacky decoration.
Having someone be close enough to call out your sin is terrifying; it's also terrifying to call out someone else's. We do each other great harm if we ignore the pitfalls in order to maintain peace. It's like when a friend is digging a hole, so you start throwing dirt back down in, to help them climb out.
Speaking truth, in love, is a form of "judging" which has been linked to a "hate crime" in Christian circles. Our actions proclaim our faith, and while I can't speak to your heart, I can gently remind you that gambling or yelling at your kids or drunkenness or a show with mostly naked people having sex or even something like constant speeding tickets are not what Jesus would do. However, I must first learn how to be able to accept an awkward conversation from someone else, who sees a pit I have begun digging.
Our different viewpoints are what makes Christianity incredible: we all see a unique aspect of the same eternal God. Awkwardness happens when we apply filters, and we need someone to gently guide us, showing us how to discern where our gaze shifted.
I have no idea if this made sense. My sinuses are mad at me, and I am a terrible sick person.
What do you do at doctor’s appointments when the doctor asks you if you’ve fallen recently, or if you feel safe at home? I’m always like, “Well, yes, but that’s normal for me” or, “No but it’s because I’m super clumsy.” (Actually I never say that second thing now that I’m married, because I don’t want anyone to think I’m making excuses for an abusive husband. I DO feel safe with him. But sometimes I think it!)
I fell frequently up the stairs at college, mostly because for the first year my backpack weighed more than I did. Nobody believed it was the correct saying, but after watching me enough, they agreed. My brother used to call me a "blonde in denial." And for all the reading I do, I believed into my 20's that Australians celebrated Xmas August 25th.
However, I have your book, and I remember the underlying message: it's okay to rock the boat. I'm a Yankee, born and bred, so I don't mind telling you my opinion - immediately. Society has taught women to smile in public and be catty b**** in private. And modern Christianity tells us to "just love everyone." There is a difference between holy love, and selfish enabling.
Our shiplap signs proclaim all kinds of authenticity, but a wooden plaque is really just tacky decoration.
Having someone be close enough to call out your sin is terrifying; it's also terrifying to call out someone else's. We do each other great harm if we ignore the pitfalls in order to maintain peace. It's like when a friend is digging a hole, so you start throwing dirt back down in, to help them climb out.
Speaking truth, in love, is a form of "judging" which has been linked to a "hate crime" in Christian circles. Our actions proclaim our faith, and while I can't speak to your heart, I can gently remind you that gambling or yelling at your kids or drunkenness or a show with mostly naked people having sex or even something like constant speeding tickets are not what Jesus would do. However, I must first learn how to be able to accept an awkward conversation from someone else, who sees a pit I have begun digging.
Our different viewpoints are what makes Christianity incredible: we all see a unique aspect of the same eternal God. Awkwardness happens when we apply filters, and we need someone to gently guide us, showing us how to discern where our gaze shifted.
I have no idea if this made sense. My sinuses are mad at me, and I am a terrible sick person.
I can relate. Our family motto is "It's ALways a Story with the Henderson's". haha! Congratulations on your book.
Lol, always a story!!! 🙏🏽
Oh my gosh I cackled at your list of public horrors 😂. You went to Korea during monsoon season didn't you? 😂😂
Also of all the places to accidentally flash strangers. 😂😂😂😂
They already don't like bare shoulders!! 😂
Typhoon LingLing in 2019 😂