Whatever it takes to keep your peace intact…do that. I am serious. As hard as it can be Whatever it Takes, Do It. Peace, according to Webster’s Dictionary means “a state of tranquility or quiet or freedom from disquieting or oppressive thoughts or emotions.”
These two things walk hand in hand for me. A state of tranquility and freedom from oppressive thoughts or emotions. The last SEVERAL years have been riddled with chaos, pain, confusion, sadness, and intense oppressive thoughts and emotions.
My Scripture reading, for today, was in Philippians 4:8 and it states “And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.”
Whatever it takes, do it. Whatever it takes to fix your thoughts on what is true. The definition is “freedom from oppressive thoughts or emotions.” When our thoughts are on the things of this Earth, they can easily become oppressive. Yet, God wants us to have freedom in our thoughts.
You can have freedom from your thoughts by capturing those negative emotions and casting them aside and realizing what is truth. Truth according to the Lord. This can be hard to do, but it can be done.
What is honorable. So, whatever it takes to be honorable, do it. Be a person that is that city on a hill, be the salt and light of the world. When you are in that spot of depression that yields a lack of peace, it consumes all of you.
I almost feel like I am in a barrel and there are times when I cannot even see a pinpoint of light. The last 2 years have been horrible. I have no peace. Well, I am getting it back, but it was gone, like the wind. I did not do whatever it takes for peace. It’s almost like I succumbed to the chaos around me.
There was no honor in anything I did because all I did was put down myself and live in self-pity. There was no self-care, self-acceptance, or self-love. I let the actions of others dictate how I looked at myself.
What is Right and Pure
Nothing I did was right or pure. It was derogatory towards myself and my circumstances. I let a few people control my mind. Satan used “friends” to destroy my self-confidence. I’m so thankful the Lord allowed my vision to clear up.
By Him doing that, it allowed me to see people for who they really are. These are the people that I had to step away from, for my own sanity. I could not have done what I did without the encouragement of my husband.
He sees me, daily, and he sees through me. He sees my pain and offers love, support, and occasionally a thought that would lead me to fix the problem. I am blessed with him, my mom, and my sisters. Without support, I may not be working towards healing.
Whatever it Takes, Do It
I had to do the unthinkable to begin my peace journey. There were minor things that I changed, like being off of Facebook. Facebook is toxic. It can be a pleasurable space to keep up with family if you can change some settings.
I shut everything down. There was no one, outside of my friend’s list, that had access to anything. I deleted all my albums and began a new email address to keep those unsavory wolves in sheep’s clothing away from me.
That is minor compared to the other things I have had to do and am currently doing. My goal is to achieve peace and retain what joy I have left. It can be done though it has been the hardest thing of my life.
Here is some Perspective from Mr. Rogers from Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. This is what to do when you overreact and have regret. “Many people have asked me do you ever get mad and of course I answer “well yes, everyone gets mad sometimes.” The important thing is what we do with the mad that we feel in life.
A few weeks ago coming home from a particularly tough day at work, I stopped to see my two grandsons. Their mom and dad weren’t there but the boys were there with the babysitter in the backyard, squirting water with hoses. I could see that they were really having fun. but I felt that I needed to let them know that I didn’t want to be squirted.
Do Not Squirt Me
So I told them so, and little by little, I could feel that the older boy, Alexander, was testing the limit until finally, his hose was squirting very close to where I was standing. I said to him in my harshest voice, Okay, that’s it alexander turn off the water, you’ve had it.
He did as I told him and said he was sorry and looked very sad. The more I thought about it, the sadder I got. I realized Alexander had not squirted me. That I had stepped into his and his brother’s playtime with a lot of feelings leftover from work.
So when I got home, I called Alexander, on the phone. I told him I felt awful about my visit with him. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was taking out my anger from work on him. I told him I was really sorry.
Do you know how he answered me? Oh, Baba, everybody makes mistakes sometimes. I nearly cried. I was so touched by his naturally generous heart. I realized that if I hadn’t called him, I might not have ever received that wonderful gift of Alexander’s sweet forgiveness.”
Gracious this is such a reminder of what I live with on a daily basis. It is so hard when you have such consistent, horrible things to you…and then, the fake apology. That is exactly what it is. Fake.
I probably have done that, but I learned to be sincere with my apologies. When I do something wrong or hurt someone unintentionally, it hurts me so badly. Today, I asked my realtor a question. It was a stupid question and her response sort of hurt my feelings.
Granted, I have not slept well in a couple of days. Hunter has been in the hospital and it is overwhelming. I was wearing my heart and feelings on my sleeve and I took it personally. So my response was an immediate apology and promise to not ask such stupid questions. Then, I cried.
It Was Not Her Fault
Though that is the straw that broke the camel’s back, it was not her doing anything wrong. I was just emotional. Yet, this is one isolated instance. I was not manipulating her and I was sincere in my apology.
Now for my family member, this is a different ball of wax. This member has many types of diagnoses. Part of me thinks that this individual cannot help it. They do something wrong, have a hollow apology and then do the same thing 10 minutes later.
It is almost to the point where I don’t want an apology, I just want this person to leave me the heck alone. Can we say BOUNDARIES? I clearly do not have boundaries but they certainly need to be established.
Kids with Reactive Attachment Disorder
They do this quite often. Manipulation, Confabulation, and Triangulation are what they are good at, in terms of this quote. According to Webster’s Dictionary, to manipulate means to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means especially to one’s own advantage.
Confabulation means to fill in gaps in memory by fabrication. To “normal” people, this means to lie. Then triangulation means to form an alliance. In this type of situation, it is child with one parent against another parent.
It is all exhausting and makes my brain work on overload. This is what we have lived with for 15 years. My boundaries had to be firmly placed, though they broke my heart in a million pieces. I had to take into consideration other family members and myself.
The stress was hurting all of us.
Life is Hard
The Lord did not promise us a walk in a rose garden. If we had that, or all the answers, we would have no need for Him. He completes and sustains us even when we are physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted from creating those hard boundaries.
He gives us the wisdom we need, when we seek it, to “speak” to us. This, for me, is done through intuition, Scripture, other people, and dreams. I have learned to accept that my family member does not understand what it means not to manipulate and to be sincere in the apology that is made.
It is hard. Completely and totally. Maybe one day, the Lord will heal her mind, body, and spirit to where she can function well in the world around.
In every person’s life, there are milestones. My first milestone was the age of 13. This was when I could wear a little bit of makeup (think French whore) and I could get my ears pierced. The next milestone was the pinnacle for me. Sweet 16. This was the ideal age to be.
It was a magical age that was filled with promises of lollipops and rainbows. I could finally be a part of the conversation, instead of the person looking in through a window. I waited my *whole* life to get to this age. I waited 16 years! Why? Because this was the age at which my daddy said I could date!
Going Steady and Dating is Not the Same
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gone steady with a boy. I was going steady with a boy when the boy didn’t even know we were going steady. I have also been asked to be someone’s girlfriend by another friend who handed me a note, from the boy, which had “check yes or no if you want to be my girlfriend” written on it.
Before 16, the boyfriend scenario was limited to the halls of my school where I would *gasp* wear his necklace or his jacket. We would secretly hold hands underneath the lunchroom table or even better…the library. We would sit together in the lunchroom and eat off each other’s trays.
The Greatest Thing about Going Steady
The greatest thing was sharing his gum. That meant forever because our spit was forever intertwined. The first time I was REALLY kissed was at a middle school dance. Billy Rich. I wore a powder blue polyester dress. I was sporting matching eye shadow and as an added party favor…my mom put baby’s breath in my hair.
I didn’t kiss my “date”, I kissed my secret love. Well, he kissed me…I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror because I thought there was moss growing on my tongue. I couldn’t figure out, for the life of me, why someone would stick their tongue down another person’s throat.
Rules of Engagement
I lived at home until I was 20 years old. In that time, my limitations never varied. I was not allowed to call boys, there were never phone calls past 9:00 pm, and my curfew was 11:00 pm. I never went anywhere, so the curfew problem was never an issue. I had no friends, so the phone calls after 9:00 pm were not an issue. There was, however, an issue with the no-call boys rule.
How am I supposed to maintain my girlfriend status if I can’t talk on the phone with my boyfriend? So, phone calls were done in secret. I would grab the ginormous black receiver (still attached to the kitchen wall), dial the number of my boyfriend, run to my room, hide in the closet, and whisper “hey, call me back so we can talk.”
I would run back to the kitchen, hang up the phone and then run to my room and pretend to be reading or cleaning. When the phone rang, I let my mother answer. This was to protect my covert operation. I was so stealthy and an expert dialer. I did all of this while my dad was sleeping and my mom was taking her one bathroom break for the day. I, simply, was a rockstar in the secret boy calling the department.
The Pinnacle of All Things
Now that I have turned 16, I still couldn’t call boys because that was inappropriate but the world became my oyster. That oyster had a name…its name was “The Mall.” Oh. My. Goodness. We could go to the mall and hold hands and kiss while standing in the appliance aisle of Sears.
There was another oyster…its name was “The Park.” Only the coolest kids cruised the park and that is where you went to be noticed and for people to revel in your newest relationship status. We could go to the movies and sit close to each other. It was the greatest age in the entire world. I was so excited. I finally had a purpose. I had status. I was going to catch a guy and I was going to go to the mall with him. You cannot get much great than that!
Rules of Dating
I remember, distinctly, knowing the rules of dating. You have to be 16 and when that special someone comes to pick you up, that person has to come to the door and meet my parents.
Meeting the parents for some kids was no big deal. In my house, however, that meant someone meeting my dad. My dad was a police officer and he was extremely protective of his children. He also had a gun on him or near him and he was never famous for using his words. The thought of a boy meeting him sent a shiver down my spine.
I had it played out in my mind. I would somehow arrange for the “meet and greet” portion of my date to happen when I knew my dad was sleeping or when he left for work (he worked midnights). I could totally avoid him altogether and as long as my mom met this person, I was off the hook. My mom was a piece of cake. She loved everybody. Her goal in life was to hug and feed people. She has always been a person who never meets a stranger.
I do not remember my brother dating. He married young and was out of the house by the time I was 10 years old. I do not know if the standards were different because he was a guy. The only real memory I have, of my oldest sister dating, was a prom where she looked like a Farrah Fawcett rainbow child. Her dress was made of tulle and the colors were powder blue with rainbow stripes. It was very risqué because it was off the shoulders. The dude had some kind of 1980s bouffant hairdo that looked a bit like a bird’s nest. This was the beginning of the mullet hair….business in the front and party in the back. The business part was also a feathered Farrah Fawcett hairdo. She was extremely popular and her hair was the bomb!
I have memories of my other sister when she started dating. She had “boyfriends” and then there was “the” boyfriend….the one that would last. She was giddy and annoying. He was preppy and fun to be around. We would sit around the table and play Rook and lick the cheese off of Doritos. They held hands, she would sit on the floor and put her chin on his knee. The looks of love would flit in between them. I remember thinking “when I get my boyfriend, and he comes over to visit, I’m going to offer him the chair and I’m going to sit on the floor next to him because that is what girlfriends and boyfriends do.”
My Big Day
When my big day arrived and the thrill of the knowledge that it was “my time” to date was almost unbearable. I felt a bit like the chick in “The Scarlet Letter.” I felt like when I walked into that school, that there was a giant red “D” on my chest and that, of course, stood for DATEABLE. My vision was that I would enter through the giant double doors and there would be a wind machine in the common area.
That wind machine would be blowing my massively large permed hair. The giant red bow, holding back my locks, would flap in the wind. My baby blue eye shadow, which was applied with a spackle knife, would radiate my big, brilliant, brown eyes. My mustard yellow pants, perfectly pegged at my ankles would highlight my brown Robin Hood shoes which perfectly matched my deep, purple shirt. I was hot AND I was 16 AND I was officially dateable. Who would not want all of that?
What I Envisioned
I envisioned the boys standing in line…waiting to get the first shot at me as I walked through the doors….were not so much standing around. They were flitting back and forth between classes, lockers, and the bathroom. There was not one, single, solitary person who knew it was my BIG birthday. What. A. Letdown. My scarlet letter “D” had fallen off my shirt and I stood there thinking “Seriously, people, I am 16. Ask. Me. Out!”
I was devastated. To offset my devastating, I went to the bathroom, fixed my hair, reapplied more baby blue eye shadow, reapplied my “D” and headed out to the halls to casually announce that I was 16 and I was on the market. Fresh meat. Excited to be alive and ready to say YES!
Doodling for Attention
As I sat in class, I would doodle “today is my birthday and 16” all over my paper. I doodled and doodled and doodled. There was not one person, male or female, that noticed what I was doodling. Dangit. The next step…tell people. I would get a half-smile or some people would actually say the words “happy birthday” but other than that, no one was excited.
I went home, full of sadness. I looked in the mirror and thought “you look hot, you look 16, you look like you are ‘of age’ to date, the outfit is rockin’…what the heck is the problem?” I vowed to try again tomorrow. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted that boyfriend. I wanted the title of girlfriend. I had no idea what it meant other than kissing freely, holding hands, and being able to ride in the car with them.
What to Expect When You are Dating
I talked to daddy about what to expect in the dating world. I needed to be prepared. Daddy just looked at me and gruffly said “go out with boys for free food and movies.” Alrighty, then. That is your great sage advice. He also would tell me “when all other boys go to the barn, I will still be there for you.” Now, that piece of advice was sweet. The other…not so much.
My mom, I never talked much to her about dating. I never talked to anyone about dating. I was one of those kids that didn’t have a lot of friends because I didn’t fit in with any crowd. There was not one person, at my school, that did not know who my daddy was and what he did for a living. I was never told where any parties were because my dad was the one to bust the parties. When your daddy is a cop….it limits who you hang out with to nobody.
In the end, I never dated one single person at my school but I did marry a hottie from college 🙂
Revelations of an 18-Year-Old and Social Media Dangers
Every day we get on our phones and scroll aimlessly through social media. We comment on and like our friend’s photos. We even comment on and like celebrities’ photos. Every day we are exposed to photos and other kinds of media that hurt our self-esteem. Every time we go on social media, we see images of people who look a way that we don’t or have things that we don’t and that causes us to think more negative things about ourselves because we are those other people.
Kids Getting Phones TOO Soon
Kids are getting phones younger and younger these days. I am not shaming anyone, but I feel that it is important that we look at how social media and phones can affect young and impressionable kids.
Growing up, I got a phone when I was in 7th grade. I had to share the phone with my many brothers and sisters. Looking back, creating my social media at such a young age was a stupid idea. From then on, I noticed how much I started to compare myself to other girls. I started to despise myself after a while because I didn’t look like the girls I was seeing on the internet. I couldn’t fit into a size zero, and that’s where my body image issues started.
After 2 Years
After two years, I slowly started skipping meals. It started out slow maybe skipping a meal or two a week. It got worse rather quickly. I went from only missing one or two meals a week, to only eating once a week. I truly felt that there was nothing wrong with that behavior. I felt totally normal. I got down to a very small size, the smallest I’ve been, and It just wasn’t good for me. Even though I was tiny, I felt like I was 400 pounds. The truth is, I still haven’t fully recovered from my eating disorder. it wasn’t until a few months ago that I started eating more regularly. It’s been rough trying to get myself back on track.
It wasn’t until I decided to delete my TikTok and other apps that hurt me mentally That I realized just how much those apps had an impact on me. It was such a toxic environment for me, and I decided I didn’t want to live in such a vicious cycle. It was truly never-ending. Exposing young children, especially young girls, is harmful. This is something I am very passionate about because I know how much it affected me.
Can I just say that I can sometimes overwhelm even myself? Well, I do. More times than not, I get myself into more things than I should. So, now I’m in the middle of a Baby Shower, Bridal Shower, Birthdays, Bathrooms. In between November and the end of March, and (of course) the holidays, there is a lot happening. We have about 12 birthdays and anniversaries. Then there is my first grandbaby that will make her appearance. Now, we have to slap in a baby shower, bridal shower, and a 5-day hospital stay and you have my life in a nutshell. All birthdays went very well.
With that being said, a baby shower is a must. Due to covid restrictions, we did a virtual baby shower at my house. My sister came and my kids. We ate, she opened gifts, and we had fun. She got a ton of stuff for Charleigh Mae and they are very thankful.
It is so surreal to see your daughter pregnant with her first daughter. She is so beautiful. This pregnancy has not been easy for her. She has struggled with all-day sickness, loss of appetite, and all the other fun things that happen. Yet, she has handled it beautifully.
She is going to be such an amazing little mama. I can’t even contain my excitement. Who would have ever thought I’d be excited to be a grandmother. Honestly, who ever thought I was mature enough to be a grandmother. Yet, here I am.
We had scheduled the shower for a week before the wedding. I just couldn’t get it all done in such a squashed amount of time. Sadly, Alyssa got really sick before the shower. We knew she didn’t have covid19, so we assumed it was a bug or the flu. Since we weren’t sure, we decided to postpone it. If it was a stomach bug, Arkie could have gotten it and there are a lot of immunosuppressed people in our lives.
Arkie never got sick, but other things ended up happening. We had a hospital stay (Hunter) and a snowstorm because that is just how things roll. It got pushed back to the day before the wedding. We were trying to get a date that his mom could be there, but due to the storm, it just didn’t happen.
It got done and they had a good time. We were all tired but the kids seemed to enjoy opening their gifts. Luckily, we got great pictures that I will send to his mom.
That was something as well. It seems nothing wanted to go smoothly. This snowstorm just threw a wrench into all the things. His family was not able to travel to the rehearsal because they got more snow than we did. I hated that for them.
We were able to get in and get a lot of decorations done. Most of the people who were in the wedding was able to come. I’m so glad there is a trial run because that’s when I got all of my squalling out. Those songs she picked. Geez. I was crying, my mom, the girls…it was a cry fest.
We ordered pizza and just came back to the house to eat. After eating, they opened gifts. Then, we cooked for the wedding. It was a long and crazy night. After all that was done, we snuggled for a good long time. Sigh, that girl has my heart.
To add to our fun, we decided to do a remodel on our bathroom. A few years ago, my boys got into a scuffle and things happened. One boy aggrevated another boy. Then, the other boy pushed the one boy. That boy’s butt went through my wall.
I have not used that bathroom in a long time because I get so mad that all I see is his full butt print. There are 2 cheeks and a crack. I bought stuff to redo it, my way because we weren’t getting it done any other way. Bart stepped in and did some work. Then, he made some phone calls.
Once that happened, all the things happened. We now have a new shower, the toilet was already fairly new, bought new flooring. Our friend ordered new closet doors. The next big thing is to get the sinks out, new ones bought, and installed.
Go Big or Go Home
So, all this stuff, at my house, happened with a torn-up bathroom. That and a front closet FULL of Charleigh Mae’s gifts, a corner in the living room FULL of Alyssa’s gifts, and birthday presents. Upstairs was full of wedding stuff. I mean, there is stuff everywhere and I haven’t known which way is up and which way is down.
Honestly, I wouldn’t know how to do something 1/2 way. I have got to do it all the way and then add a little spice. It’s what dreams are made of.
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About Church People
Weary from the showiness and materialism that has overtaken his ministry efforts, Guy (Ramsey) goes on a journey to get back in touch with the heart of ministry and be a real role model to his youth group kids. He makes the difficult decision to cut short his speaking tour managed by his money-focused agent (Faison) after realizing that his reputation has become more fame-based than Gospel-driven.
But when Guy attempts to return to regular youth ministry, he is thrust into the throes of dissuading the youth group from performing a strange and potentially blasphemous stunt for the upcoming Easter service, starring a young, zealous new believer, Blaise. In attempting to manage his youth group while navigating an unexpected love interest in the Senior Pastor’s daughter (Cahill) and being a new father to his grown daughter (Manfredi), Guy ultimately rediscovers and puts on a powerful presentation of why we all need to put our hope in Jesus and not in ourselves.
“WWJD”…what about “What Has Jesus Already Done.” Powerful statement. “God loves the mess we are right now.” “God’s love is bigger than our mess.” Stephen Baldwin’s character, Chad, wow. Thought-provoking. Joey Fatone is hysterical. You can definitely tell which are trained and which are not. Reminds me of Faith Like Potatoes and Fly Wheel. Great movies if you can get past some of the actors. Excellent message. Music is great. The scenery is great.
Is it sad that I, personally know, 2 pastors that are just like the megachurch pastor in this movie? So into the next big thing. Lying to kids, parents, and whoever watches them online. Congregations buying them vehicles that cost more than my first house. Once I saw the person behind the pulpit, I knew that they were not all they claimed to be. So many people being misled.
Slightly idealistic about adoption and finding that long-lost father. Once found, it all seems perfect. That can be very triggering to children who come from hard places. This is what they dream of and this movie fits the bill. I know that it is probably mute and most people do not understand. As an adoptive mom, I get it. As good as this movie is, I will probably not let my younger adopted kids watch this. It could be very triggering for them. That makes me sad, though I do see the point.
Rediscovering Your Passion
This is a Christian comedy about the megachurch mega-production subculture and getting back to the simplicity of the Gospel. It stars Christian comedian Thor Ramsey, Hallmark Channel’s Erin Cahill, Stephen Baldwin, Donald Faison, and NSYNC’s Joey Fatone.
This movie is a powerful message about rediscovering your passion for Christ and learning to surrender what you hold dearest, all told in a redemptively humorous way. We could all use a good laugh right now, and Church People is a movie your whole family can LOL to!
“CHURCH PEOPLE was a complete surprise for me. I had no expectations whatsoever, and I was totally
shocked when I absolutely loved the movie. I was inspired. I laughed, and then I laughed some more.
Thor Ramsey was phenomenal and his performance brought light to the dark times many of us have
been going through. I can’t recommend this movie more. As a matter of fact, if you’re going, buy me a
ticket and I’ll go see it again with you.
Chuck and I have always believed that Christian film needs to elevate it’s game. That it needs to be
great. It needs to be fruit that if you lay it at the altar, God would be pleased. I believe that CHURCH
PEOPLE has accomplished this. No higher compliment could I give this movie than to say for 90 minutes
I was able to get away from the world, and was the better for it. Christopher Shaw’s directing work in
CHURCH PEOPLE showed passion and love not only for the material but for the cause of Christ. As
filmmakers, Chuck and I we’re inspired by it.”
– Cary Solomon & Chuck Konzelman (Writers & Directors of God’s Not Dead and Unplanned)
“I loved CHURCH PEOPLE! It made me laugh out loud but more importantly, it has a message that
leaves a true impact in your soul.. a perfect watch for this Easter season. If you are seeking something
fun to do with the whole family, make plans to see this movie!”
– Jenn Gotzon (Actress & Producer of “The Farmer and the Belle: Saving Santaland”)
Disclosure: Many thanks toCollide Distributionfor providing this product/product information for review. Opinions are 100% my own and NOT influenced by monetary compensation. I did receive a sample of the product in exchange for this review and post.
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Well, first off, I just about choked on my fruit snack when I saw the Cubekin framed photo of Jesus. Their little eyes remind me of those stuffed animals that were so popular years ago. Furby is the name, I think. There are some educational things that they talk about. Also, teaching aspects of responsibilities. I enjoyed the cartoon feature of the scenery. The colors are engaging as well.
Cubekins is a wholesome, small-town tale of a rambunctious, seven-year-old boy named Kip exploring his ever-changing world while learning more about his never-changing God.
this is a new Christian “Faith-based” Show for Kids, like Veggie Tales set in Mayberry. It is fun, family-friendly, and faith-based content for children ages 3-8! The best thing, for me, is it is created by two homeschool dads and their families.
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