Monday, November 29, 2010

Remembering how to blog...

Seriously, it's been years. Between the years of 2001 and 2004, I blogged daily on livejournal. I blogged about everything! Mostly because I had time to blog. I had a desk job that wasn't always super busy... I met some of my favorite people on livejournal.

Anyway, the other day I went to the dentist for a cleaning. I always get excited about the dentist. Mainly because I like the way my teeth feel after they've been polished and flossed and all that good stuff... My regular hygienist wasn't there. There was another lady there who was nice enough. Then we found out that we were both from Texas. Then we found out that we were both from San Antonio! That's getting exciting! Then when I told her how old I was she said, "No! You don't look your age at all." Always nice to hear, right? Then she said, "you don't even look 25!" Then I had to think back to remember if hygienists worked for tips...

The Girl Who Fell To Earth

I am not a saint. I have never claimed to be. I have never tried to be. I am just a girl who grew up and turned into a woman one day.

Who am I? I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a misfit, a friend and many other things. There have been times in my life when I have been very, very bad. And then of course there have been times in my life when I have been very, very good. I'm in the very, very good times right now. Don't know how long that will last. Hopefully from here on out.

I am practicing and learning to be a pastor. I found my faith again recently and like all new to the faith Christians, I practice and I am really super enthused about spreading the Good News. But the thing is, I don't believe that God has separated us into loved and unloved. I believe that God loves us all... Equally. Yes, all of us. I believe that no one can condemn anyone else to "hell" or to any other horrible place. That is solely the job of my Father. So chill.... He'll take care of it all. So yes, I am a Jesus Freak but not one of those weirdo ones that you have be afraid of.

I have found family in my friends. That is not to say that I don't have a great family. I do. But my family is more than just those who I am blood related to. The Twinkles and the Husb are my blanket of love and security. Please don't fuck with it. My Mama and the Kid Sister are just as important and protected. Don't fuck with that either. I know, I know cursing doesn't make me very pastoresque.

Well, I'm no saint.