Tongue Tied

Do you constantly feel like nobody "gets" you? Like you’re an alien in a world of perfectly normal human beings? Like you’re judged for believing so deeply in what you do? Yeah, count me in. The older I get, the more abnormal I feel. When I was younger I was able to just go with the flow. Accept the norm. Believe what I was told. But as the years go by, I find myself questioning more, searching for deeper answers, trying desperately to make sense of everything I’ve been fed in my life. And whenever one challenges the norm, that one becomes a misfit. I feel it most in my spiritual life. There are times I really feel like I don’t belong where I am. I know that God has put me where I am for a purpose. But there are days when I grow weary of getting "that look" from another believer. It’s a multi-purpose look. It says "What in the world are you talking about?", "In no way are you right", and "Seriously, you’re weird" all at the same time. I

So, I had special music in church this morning. And of course, with that, came the joy of choosing a song to sing. I usually do contemporary stuff, mostly because the accompaniment is easy to find, cheap to download, or relatively easy to play. This time, I had some other considerations. Being 24 1/2 weeks pregnant (only 15 1/2 to go!) I knew it probably wouldn't be wise to pick a "vocally challenging" song, as I can hardly breathe as it is and didn't want to hyperventilate in church trying to master a song needing a two octave range or anything. Nor did I want to memorize a lot of words since my brain is basically mush right now. But I wanted something passionate. Something worshipful. Something meaningful. These weren't new criteria for me. Those are always standards when I pick out a song. It has to mean something to me before I can hope it will mean something to others. I have an extraordinarily hard time faking enjoying a song when I really don't

Today, I physically feel weight on my shoulders because of the actions of those who claim to love Christ freely, but have burdened Christ’s children with their own opinions. I feel hurt and powerless, abused and taken advantage of. But my sorrow isn’t only for me, it’s for them as well. Legalism. It has been following me around my entire life, like some wretched disease I can’t shake. There was a time when I was overtaken with it, fully infected myself and blissfully unaware. But the older I got, the more I realized how judgmental I had become. It was so bad that I looked down on anyone that didn’t share my opinion, my "God-given" opinion at that. Everyone needed to obey my rules and standards, or they weren’t being good Christians. It was a startling moment of clarity when I realized my behavior. While studying the Gospels I found that I could relate to the Pharisees more than I could the disciples. Instead of being open to learn, I had shut the book on my relationship with

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Thanks for the idea, Mandy. Top Ten Moments in My Spiritual Life Thus Far 1. May 17, 1987 (I’m pretty sure about the date, anyway). It was a week after my fifth birthday, one night after church, I believe. Mom was putting me to bed, and we were talking about how to get to Heaven. I don’t remember everything that was said, but I do have a clear recollection of understanding that I was a sinner and could only get to Heaven by believing in Christ’s death and resurrection for my salvation. I remember kneeling by my bed, praying to Jesus to forgive me and take me to Heaven one day. I also remember joyfully running around the house with my sisters afterwards as they sang "Kathy’s saved!" 2. Two years later. Baptism. I have vivid memories of going forward after church to announce my desire to be baptized. I was really nervous to be standing in front of my church as a seven year old girl. I also remember the pre-baptism classes with my father and my friend Seth. Although I knew much

So here's my thrilling life right now. 1. Morning sickness has blended seamlessly with heartburn and acid reflux. Oh joy. Only 23 more weeks of torture. Seriously, pregnancy stinks. All I can say is thanks, Eve. 2. There has been a tentative start to potty training, but the whole idea of success is laughable right now. Thing One treats his potty more like a lazy boy to chill out on while watching tv . There has been nothing to reward with m& m's . 3. This just in. I totally just got kicked in the gut. This kid is quite the prenatal wiggleworm . 4. I saw the preview for J.J. Abram's new movie. Got a little excited about it. But then I remembered I'd have a two week old when it comes out. You can nurse in theaters, right? 5. I've been rethinking how I want to do this labor and delivery and I'm afraid I'm going to offend some people when I tell them I've changed my mind. 6. My house...I don't even want to discuss it. There's enough dog hair layi

I couldn't resist the pressure to make my own blogspot. This poses a bit of a dilemma, as I am currently in my 15th week of pregnancy. Due to previous experience, I know that I am an utter waste of brain matter and skin cells when I am pregnant. It seems that while hosting another human being, I find myself completely drained of any creative input, deep thoughts, and general emotions other than hunger and apathy. I call my condition "Placenta Brain". So who knows what the intelligence level of these blogs will be? I can almost guarantee there will be some complaining about pregnancy, as it's not my favorite time in life. But hopefully, come this winter, this child will depart from my body and stop sucking away my life essence. Perhaps then, I'll be able to form an articulate thought about something of importance.