Here's to 30

Here's to 30.

I spent the night of my 30th birthday in a tent with my 3 kids.

My son Tristen (with an "e") had his feet dug into my ribs and his hand in my hair. It was beautiful and perfect. I'm blessed that I have these guys with me. Always.  I say it a lot. But I really mean it.  I could have had a party I guess, but camping with my kiddos seemed more like what we needed.  

What can I say about the 20's now that I'm officially in my 30's. 

I learned a lot.  I hope I don't make the same mistakes.  But I can say this, most of my mistakes and problems were just mistakes.  I have a few regrets, but not many, and I'm glad for that.  

I've learned a lot about friendship.  For the most part the friends I was friends with at the beginning of my 20's are still my friends in my 30's.  God has really blessed me with faithful friendships.
I've also had a few not so great friendships and I've learned to be more discerning in who I share my heart with.  I've learned (and in a sense am still learning) that the women that talk poorly about others to you will do the same about you when you're not there.  Obvious, yes. But still a hard lesson to learn.  Gossip kills and I'm trying my hardest to step away and not participate when it happens.  It's hard!  Really hard.  But it's a lesson I hope improves my character in the future.

I've learned a lot about love.  What it looks like and what it doesn't look like.  I'm still working on the whole "walking away" thing.  I tend to love people that self-destruct.  When my ex-husband and I split up I learned the meaning of co-dependency thanks to the domestic violence victim support groups I had to attend.  Don't mock. Those classes changed my life in a huge way.  I am a co-dependent.  I want to help people.  I want to heal people, I want to heal them so bad I will take a red-eye last minute to pick up their drunk and coked-out ass from a seedy hotel room and take them home and clean them up in the hopes that me and my undying love will be enough to heal them from their addictions and pain.

But I am not God and I have 3 kids.  I don't want those guys and their problems anywhere near us.  

The whole learning that I am not capable of changing a person or healing a person was a tough lesson.   I hope and pray that I never have to learn that lesson again.  I've dated a bit since my ex and I've had healthy and unhealthy relationships and can I just say that it is HARD to see through the stuff guys sling in the first few dates.  I'm having a heck of a time with dating in general.  I attract addicts even though the only thing I've ever been addicted to is coffee.  The co-dependency part of me is real and I'm hoping and praying that God heals that completely and soon.

I've also learned a lot about work/life balance.  In 2012 I walked away from being self-employed and into employment and I've never looked back.  Self-employment almost killed me.   I never slept and I was constantly in a state of stress and anxiety.  I loved my job, don't get me wrong, but being the sole provider for my family and not being able to see my financial future was terrifying.   God provided for me miraculously on many occasions, and when I reached my max I decided to work for someone else.  I'm so glad I did.  I love what I do.  I love having a predictable financial future.  I love that when I clock out I can go home and live and just BE with my kids.  I don't have to constantly respond to calls and texts and emails at all hours.   My kids get a less stressed out mom and I get enjoy my kids a lot more. 

Things I want to do different in my 30's?

I want to trust God fully.  There were times I did in my 20's and times I didn't.  God always came through but the doubt and anxiety were things I could have done without.  

I want to keep living fully.  I spent too much time allowing the boy I was with to define me....when I got out of that I was able to finally be myself and it's been fun.

Simple things like choosing to listen to kind of music I like have been huge. Being able to wear what I like.  Fix my hair how I want.  Wear or not wear makeup.  Gain and lose weight and not get ridiculed when it's more of a gain than a loss.  I've crowd-surfed, danced with strangers, kissed the boy I had a crush on, laid out under the stars until morning, floated down a river in the dark, gone on blind dates, punched a guy for groping me without my permission, bummed a piggyback ride off a stranger,  and learned how to two-step.  Sort of. Of course there's more to life than crazy adventures.

I want to keep teaching my kids that it's okay to make mistakes.  I beat myself up when I screw up, and it's hard to hide that sometimes.  I've been so proud of my kids when they come to me and tell me what they are struggling with and I don't want that to change just because they are about to become teenagers.  

Vacation and all that

We've been on vacation for a little over 2 weeks now.   We started out tent camping, then driving half way across the country (slowly I might add) and we've been in Colorado for a little over a week now.
It's been nice and I'm gonna admit that I don't want to come home.  I'm almost having a panic attack thinking about getting on the plane in a few weeks.

For the first time in 5 years I haven't been nervous when I've gone to the grocery store.  I haven't made sure to check the back seat of my car before getting in.  I haven't jumped every time the dog barks.  I haven't checked the door locks multiple times after crawling in bed.  I haven't slept with a weapon, not even once.

Don't get me wrong, I feel safe in my house in Washington.  But I'm not stupid.  I know I have to watch my back.  I have to be careful.

I feel good here. I feel safer here than I've felt in years.  My family here is wonderful.  There are so many of them, and staying here at my grandparents has been incredibly peaceful.  I don't want to leave.

My kids are bonding with all of their cousins here.  We have SOOOOOOOOOOO many cousins it's unreal.  My mom is 1 of 10 kids and all of her 9 siblings live in or near Greeley, plus their kids and a lot of the grand kids too.  Family dinner last week had to have close to 100 people at it.  Or it at least felt like it. :-)

I'm overwhelmed with support here.  Overwhelmed.  My family is pretty amazing.  My kids are loving this time with their cousins.  It's been a lot of sleepovers and swimming with more to come I'm sure.

I kinda like Greeley too.  3 city pools.  Sunshine.  And today at the pool the lifeguards were playing all my favorite bands. It was like they stole my playlists. I didn't hear even one T. Swift song all day. I know it's weird that that made me happy, but I'm gonna confess I spent an hour on my phone the other night just looking up Colorado concert venues and who would be playing here over the next couple months even though I won't be able to go to them.  I'm weird like that.

Coming home at the end of the month is going to be a little sad.

I think a vacation was way to long overdue for me.  My health desperately needed a vacation years ago.  I've slept far more than I normally do.  My body has been playing catch up.  My mind has been in kind of a shut down avoidance place.  I've been avoiding certain things that I know cause stress because I just can't deal with it anymore.  While I know that's not healthy long term, it's been really nice for me in this time of rest. 

I love it here and it's like God is breathing life into me to prepare me for the battle that is coming.  God will win this fight and we will be safe.  It's just a matter of time.  

Bullies

I woke up this morning to a cyber bully.

Someone had commented on a pretty mundane post of mine on Facebook (me asking for ideas about things to do in Yakima) with a stupidly hateful message that compared me with Hitler and Stalin. 

If it wasn't so hateful and hadn't encouraged me to shoot myself I might have laughed.  

But it was horrible, like a truly horrible and despicable thing to say.  Plus the utter stupidity of what he claimed was, well, crazy.  Anyone with half a brain would know that.  

I blocked, reported and then questioned a few mutual friends about the mans sanity.

Deep breaths.  He's just a guy with no discernment or filter.

So I calmed myself.  Got a workout in. Had coffee with a friend and our kids and a then later took the time to read through the dozens of messages I had received from friends regarding what had happened.

I am loved.  Completely and truly loved by some amazing people.  This isn't the first time nor will it be the last that I've been harassed and bullied because I stood up for justice and truth.  But everytime something like this happens the outpouring of love, prayers and kindness completely overwhelms whatever negativity happened.  

Everyone that matters to me knows the truth. 

I guess in a way I signed up for this.  I knew bullying was inevitable when I chose to believe the hard truths.

Here's the thing: yes I am angry and a little scared over the whole incident. Having some crazy cyber bully tell you to shoot yourself isn't fun.  But I'm also sad for the guy.  To have that much hate in ones heart towards a woman, especially a woman that he has never met in real life? I can't even imagine how awful it must feel.  

I guess my heart for this person would be that he gets to experience Gods love for him in his lifetime and that the hate in his heart is replaced with an understanding of Christs love.  God loves even the cruelest of bullies.   I don't claim to understand how He does it, but He does.

Also, in a weird way, I'm grateful for these experiences.  As weird as it sounds, I never experienced bullying from a peer as a child.  Sibling fights, sure, but I don't remember ever being really picked on by any of my friends.  I was pretty lucky I guess.  When I first had my kids I actually thought about what I would say to them and how I would teach them about the subject.  I didn't have a good answer, just a lot of generic feel good thoughts. Well, now I have real life experiences and I think I am better prepared to help them. I'm grateful for this. I'm learning how stupid it is to lash out in anger. 

So....to my internet and real life bullies: I do forgive you....and in the moments where forgiving is hard? I pray. I pray that you come to know Gods love in a real way.  And I pray Gods blessings on you and your families.  I don't mean this in a cheesy passive-aggressive "I'll pray for ya'll" way.  I mean this genuinely.  I pray that you truly come to know God and His amazing love for you.  I pray because if I don't? Unforgiveness and bitterness will happen.  I've been there before and getting out of that place is hard!

But also? Please stay away from my kids until Gods love finds you, I am a mama-bear when it comes to protecting my littles and you should be thankful it was only me you attacked. 

Stupid Soup

Last week I put in a lot of hours at work. My youngest also had chicken pox and was extra cranky.  I didn't get enough sleep and my body rebelled.

Exhaustion hit me today.  My voice is gone. I may even have a fever but I lack the energy to walk to the kitchen for the thermometer.

I laid in bed this afternoon trying to will myself to fold some laundry or at least do something productive, but it never happened.

And then a small face peered through my doorway "I made you some tea mom! It's green tea with stevia, I know you can't have sugar cuz you're sick."

She was so thoughtful and kind to me.

I found myself a little humbled by her sweetness.

But then I screwed up.

She offered to make some soup (out of a can) so I wouldn't have to cook dinner and I took her up on the offer.   I laid there a moment too long I think, because when I went into the kitchen to make sure everything was coming along okay I discovered my giant stock pot completely full of soup, literally every single can of Campbell's soup in our house went into that pot. 

I don't know about you, but my food budget isn't very big and I hate wasting food, so I got irritated with her.

"Olivia THINK before you do things! We can't eat this much soup!"

"I'm sorry mom-mom! I didn't mean to."

"You NEED to think Olivia, c'mon!"

I'm not proud of it.  I was not happy about losing a couple weeks worth of soup.  But I didn't even think about how hard she was trying to help, instead I just got angry.

I felt convicted right after it happened, but I didn't say anything because I still felt the irritation over soup.

It's stupid. I know.

And then tonight while I was getting ready for bed she came up to me, with my "headache" slippers (the kind you can warm up in the microwave) and my neck warmer thing (my kids have seen me get migraines too many times) and handed them to me.

"I hope you feel better mom-mom!"

My eyes got a little misty-eyed and I went to apologize for being all grumpy with her over the soup and when I did she stopped me.  "Mom, you're sick, it's okay.  You weren't that grumpy anyways, you should get some sleep so you feel better."

Ugh.  My heart is sooooo convicted right now. 

She is such a great reminder to me of how beautiful a good attitude is.  It's something I need to remember.  It's something I need to work on.

I wish I was as kind to people as she was to me today.  I don't think that even on my good days that I would have been as kind to me as Olivia was.  I was brat.  I didn't deserve tea or slippers or a neck warmer.  

She showed me Christ-like love today.  My kids continue to help me grow, to push me towards Jesus, to inspire me to make changes when I need to and I am so thankful for these little reminders of how much He loves me. 

I was gonna post a pretty or artistic image of Olivia....but this just seemed right. :-)

To the Stars and Back

"I love you to the stars and back"

It's something my baby (who's not so baby-ish) and I tell each other every night when I tuck him in.

Because the moon isn't far enough away to express that love.

Sometimes when he's feeling cheeky he says he only loves me to the grocery store and back.

And this is my night, almost every night.

I tuck him in and he waits and I sit on the couch with my book and wait.

Then he sneaks out with a grin and jumps in my lap for one more snuggle. When I tell him it's really truly bedtime his legs fail and he needs to be "carried like a baby" back to his bed.

I let him get away with this.  Just like I let my daughter run out to me a few minutes later, like she always does, to sit next to me for a few more minutes of time. 

Maybe I'm a softie. I probably am.  

I've been critiqued for my permissiveness many times.

I've come to accept my parenting mistakes these days though and quit beating myself up so much. Though I have to say, I disagree with the idea of late night cuddles being a mistake.

I've realized that in someones eyes I will always be doing something wrong no matter what.  What one person sees as too stern another will see as too permissive. 

I realize it...and I realize that I'm doing my best and making the best decisions I can for them. 

My children are kind and loving and polite and generous most of the time.  And just like me they are sometimes rude and ungrateful and selfish.  

They are just tiny humans after all.

I don't know what it is about single parenting, but I've found people are far more opinionated about my parenting now than what they were back then.

I want to be the best mom I possibly can be to these guys.  I want them to be brave and speak out for justice and protect the weak and love, love and more love.

Today was a day of hopelessness when it came to my parenting.  It was an ugly day. Not because of anything my kids did. But because of my situation.

I was told to give up hope.

I mean that literally as in I was directly told that I needed to quit hoping because I'm just making it harder on myself emotionally and I sobbed big ugly tears and refused to give up. 

I may feel hopeless in this moment and in my situation.  But I know I'm not.

It's just now I know that I can't hope in people.  They are just human. Not that I didn't know that already, it just got pounded into my head again today.

God is my ONLY hope.  

This is just my thought, with no real theological backing, but I have this belief that God secretly loves drama. Not like reality TV drama, but the kind of drama like in a Marvel movie. 

I think He likes to swoop in last minute and be the hero.  We think He's too late. The heroine is going to be crushed by the oncoming train. We just know it. Yet His timing is perfect and He swoops in and pulls her out of harms way and the train misses them by inches as it speeds on by.  

I hope I'm right.  I hope that God is the hero that I've spent my life believing He is.  I want so badly to have more faith.  

(Is his little cheese face not the cutest?!? Taken during one of our late night/he snuck out of bed moments together.)

Change

When I think of where I was in 2010 and where I am now, a lot has changed.

I mean besides the obvious divorce and accompanying drama. 

I've changed.  My heart has changed.  My desires have changed.

When I came back from Africa in 2010, my heart was broken but in the best way possible.  I looked at the world differently and I was married to someone that would never get it.  

My world fell apart as he fell apart and then God held me and kept me together as I watched him self destruct.  I don't even recognize the person he is now.  I'm probably unrecognizable too.

Africa changed me.  Surviving abuse changed me. Living in a women's shelter changed me.  Testifying in a rape case changed me. Having to rely on state assistance for a season?  That really changed me.  

In 2010 I was most engaged and excited when I was talking about photography.  I could go for hours discussing lenses and cameras and photoshop techniques.  I was ridiculously passionate about it all. 

Life changed.

Now?  The things that fire me up have to do with justice, poverty, violence against women and children and what we can do about it. I get all sorts of fired up and excited. 

I guess I'm realizing that while I still love what I do, God is pulling me towards something that involves more than f.stops.  

I've been feeling the pull for awhile now.  

I'm not planning on leaving my job, I still love what I do.  But I'm realizing that the idea of throwing a bunch of extra time and money into being some ridiculously amazing creative photographer doesn't excite me like it used to.  It's still a creative outlet for me, yes.  And I do love it.  But I know things are changing.

What I've gone through is not unique.

What I've gone through is pretty damn disgusting.

I will be real.  I will speak out.  I will tell it like it is.  If I am silent, this fight was for nothing.  

I don't know what this looks like, but I know I'm excited about it.

Whatever it is that God is calling me towards, I want to say "yes."  

It's time for me to dream again, and this time my dreams are a lot bigger than pretty photos.  

So here I go....

The exact path isn't clear yet.  But  things are going to be changing. I may have been kicked down for a season, but I'm on my feet again, and I will fight for justice. 

I would love prayer and even advice.  God has given me big dreams, and it's a little intimidating. 

My Own 50 Shades

Facebook is overflowing this week with posts about 50 Shades of Grey.

So please excuse my addition to the uproar.  I just simply can't stay quiet about this one as it hits far too close to home for me.

I realize that the book and movie are for entertainment purposes.  I also realize there are a LOT of really idiotic movies and books out there.  Admittedly I can be a sucker for poorly written love stories. Even Twilight sucked me in.  Granted, I kept hoping it would get better....perhaps Bella would develop a personality at some point and then maybe I would understand why she had two really hot guys chasing after her.  Many wasted hours later I realized it just wasn't going to happen.  Yet I still watched the movies. I even went to one of them on opening night.

All that to say?  I get that people want to be entertained.  I really do.  And we as American's are gluttons for entertainment, even when it is just poorly written plots with hot actors and actresses.

But this?  This is different.

I saw this post on buzz feed today and while it's done humorously, all I could say was "Really?!  THIS is what we are so excited for?"

(Contains strong language)

http://www.buzzfeed.com/jennaguillaume/fifty-shades-of-fcked-up#.konlMMd97

Read it.  Chuckle.  Get a little grossed out.  And come back.

Here I go.

I haven't read the whole book.  So forgive me if I'm a little misinformed.  But I really don't think that I am. Prior to knowing the controversy, back in 2012, I downloaded the first two chapters for free on my kindle app.  Lucky for me the writing style was horrible enough that I didn't waste any money on the book. I could take a pretty good guess on where the book was headed and I simply wasn't interested in going there.

 I've lived my own version of it and it was not the stuff that fantasy's are made of.

From what I know of the book, Christian is a handsome and wealthy man with sexual issues stemming from abuse he experienced when he was younger and this is what drives him to control and cause psychical pain to his lovers.   I know there's a lot more to it that that. Mostly graphic sex scenes and a fair amount of "romance" to accompany it. But from what I gather, that's a good summary.

When I was 19 I fell in love with and married a boy who (from what I've gathered of the book) bears an uncanny resemblance to Christian Grey.  Charming, from a wealthy family (though I think Christian actually made his own money. Correct me if I'm wrong.) and completely screwed up from abuse in his past.

My 50 shades started out lovely, ended in women's shelter and the middle was hell peppered with lots of gifts and apology letters.

Abuse is not something to romanticize.

I truly am a little sickened that we, as women, are flocking to this movie.

We scream about fair treatment in the workplace.  We blast violence against women.  We call out for changes in sexual assault laws.  We demand our independence.

And we are the ones flocking to a movie that glamorizes the domination and abuse of women.

Ladies, there is nothing glamorous about being choked or hit.  Especially not when you're being choked unconscious as your toddler watches, helpless, from the next room.

I was physically abused for years. It's not a secret.  My ex-husband himself even talked about the physical abuse he had inflicted on me with his friends. Like it was no big deal. Or maybe that it was a big deal but that he "messed up" and he was going to "change." People were scared for me.  Some thought I wouldn't survive.  

Survival is not a given.

My middle name is June, after my great Aunt June.  She was murdered by her husband at the age of 20. I've heard the story, of course this was long before I was around, but the story goes that he was in a jealous rage and thought that June was leaving him.  So he killed her. My great-grandmother ended up raising June's 3 boys alone in a tiny 2 bedroom house while their father served time in prison for murder.

When I was married I bought into the lie that if I was just more submissive, bought cuter lingerie, was better in bed, lost weight, kept my eyes down in public so that I couldn't be accused of looking at another man or heck....even cooked a better dinner, that things might be better.

I was never enough and things never got better until the day I finally had the courage to file a restraining order. The granting of that restraining order in the fall of 2010 was the day I finally had a voice.  I had to self-represent in court against a top-rated defense attorney and to this day I'm not sure how I made it through it without breaking into sobs.  I was pregnant, it was terrifying, and my ex had brought a crowd of people with him to intimidate me.   The judge granted my request for protection, despite my poor public speaking skills.  My life has only gotten better since that moment.

Jealousy, domination and control are not something that can be romanticized without minimizing the crime that is domestic abuse.

My escape is the exception, many try, most return.

1 in 4 homes contain domestic violence.

Ladies, please, for love of your sisters out there that are suffering.  For those trying to escape. Please quit glamorizing and fantasizing over the kind of relationship that can only end in misery.  This movie doesn't just make light of abuse, it makes it something to aspire to.  You have sisters and friends out there living in this kind of misery and we are going to pay the box office millions of dollars to make it look like it's something beautiful.

There is nothing beautiful or romantic about sexual abuse ladies.  Nothing. Look at my life.  Look at what my children have had to walk through.  Picture my child in tears at the age of 4 getting cross examined on the witness stand asking for her mom.   This is what happens and this is just one of many ugly roads the romanticizing of abuse could lead you down.  

I'm sorry if I ruined your Valentines day plans.

Actually, no, I'm not.

Today I Choose Gratefulness.

Today the stress and frustration that is my seemingly never ending court saga threatened to overwhelm me.

My ex husband officially got out of a year and half's worth of back support today. His July 2013-November 2014's portion of childcare costs, a HUGE amount of money.  If you have a good lawyer and enough money you can get out of anything. Rape.  Abuse. Assault. And child support.  Anything.   Truth is, I'm pretty sure he spent more on the attorney's fees fighting his way out of back support than what he would have paid if he just paid the support.  But that's the point.  He successfully got out of support and racked up my attorney's fees in the process.  So in his mind, he's won. 

I wish I could ask him to just stop.  I won't ask for support or anything if he would just stop attacking us. 

But then he won't be able to continue to abuse me through the court system. So that's probably a no. 

 I'm stressed and exhausted and owe more money to more attorneys than I can fathom. My current attorney is failing me miserably.  I dream of being able to afford a good lawyer and in those dreams I cry happy tears because we are free and the relief I feel is beyond words.  I've been told several times that my representation in court is why things are so difficult for me.  There is NO way things should be going the way they are going.  I've also been told that I'm dealing with an unjust judge.  Several attorney's have reviewed our case and have all related their shock and disgust with how the legal system has utterly failed my children. 

But again, God is bigger and he truly can set us free of all this right? So why hasn't He? 

Sigh.

And then my little guy jumps in my bed and nestles into me, pulling the blankets over me and him.

"Why do you like snuggles so much T?" I ask.

"Because I feel warm and happy and I love you"

He grins at me and giggles before kissing my cheek and squeezing my neck in a slightly too tight chubby-armed hug.  

How did I get blessed with such loving and precious kids?

 This right here.  Every day listening to stories about their friends from school, seeing them dance and play and laugh and grow.  Nerf wars and lego building marathons, dance parties and nacho-movie nights.  Getting to be involved in all their activities, to know their friends, to laugh and cry and grow together in this sweet little unconventional family unit. I am here. 

So what if I'm broke as heck because of stupid attorney fees? So what if my ex has forced us below the poverty line? So what if I can't buy a house or plan for the future? Every time I get caught up I'm hit with some other form of legal abuse, and unless God chooses to intervene (and I'm praying and begging him to do just that!) I don't foresee it ending. 

But this is my now and my kids? They are here with me.  Just me. For whatever reason God has chosen to give me almost 5 years of just me and my beautiful babies. 

I'm going to focus on making the absolute best of it.  Money really doesn't matter because God has and will continue to provide for what we need. Maybe some big financial breakthrough will happen soon for us, or maybe God will just continue to allow us to be in this place of fully relying on Him and His provision. 

I know God sees the horrible injustice that is happening to us.  There may not be justice here on earth, but there is justice in the end.  It takes everything in me to pray for mercy over him and his family, vengeance is so much easier to think about.   My heart is often FAR from the right place when it comes to this, and it is something I truly need to work on. 

I'm going to try my hardest to keep a good attitude. To focus on what we do have.  To not let the theft of money that is rightfully my children's destroy my day or week.  God provides beautifully and bountifully and we are thankful every day for his continued protection of us.   Today I WILL choose to be grateful.  I have here with me the most precious gifts ever.  Money (or lack thereof) simply can't compare with what I am blessed with.  

We Lack Nothing.

Sometimes you just have to get it out.  Scream and yell and throw a fit for it to be okay.  

Yesterday I did.  I'm not ashamed.  I posted on facebook. I messaged several friends.  I called my parents.  I was raging for a good two hours.

I'm not saying it was the best or most mature way of handling things.  But I felt better after I did it.

I felt peace.

So what if my ex weasels his way out of supporting his kids.  Him doing everything he can to hurt the kids and I is a given, and his failure to care for his kids has made the many miracles that have happened over the last 4 years that much more beautiful.

I never talk about support money with my kids. It's not for them to know at this time.  But someday they will know.  Someday they will ask why things were hard.  As much I've tried to keep them from seeing my tears, they've seen them.  They've sensed my heaviness. I know it.  Someday I will get to share the full story of their heavenly Father's provision when their earthly father failed over and over.  They already know and have seen some of the miracles.  The year the most amazing Christmas ever was gifted to us is something they still talk about 3 years later.  Many times we've ran out of food and then God provided an abundance.  There have been times where I have gone to pay a bill and it was already paid, or opened my purse to find extra money in it that I know I didn't put there.  There have been times I haven't been able to afford school clothes and then bags of clothes appeared from all different places.  Vehicles and appliances have been repaired and/or replaced.  

God has supplied all our needs.

Sometimes even my latte "need" has been supplied with timely gift cards to my favorite shops.  

And there's even been times where movie tickets and concert tickets and dinners out....you know the frivolous things in life? Gifted to us. 

We lack nothing. 

I could stay angry at this financial set-back we may be facing.  It's a LOT of money that we could really use right now.  

Or I could keep focused on God.  And just wait and see what He does.  I am truly desperate for Him to move.  I'm desperate for Him to notice my case. 

I'm desperate like the widow in Luke 18:

"1 Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. 2 He said: “In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared what people thought. 3 And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, ‘Grant me justice against my adversary.’

4 “For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, ‘Even though I don’t fear God or care what people think, 5 yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won’t eventually come and attack me!’”

6 And the Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. 7 And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? 8 I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”

I will persist.  I will pray day and night. I may keep losing for awhile.  But I'm not going to let this cost me my faith. 

All I can fight with these days is my voice.  I choose to speak up. I choose to not be intimidated.  I will not allow myself to be victimized by their bullying.  And I'm not going to shut up either.   😉