This post is about my belly button - er, opinion, on Transgender Rights. Specifically on the "Bathroom Issue" that is going around.
I have no choice but to trust that God does not want us where we are, and to follow where He leads. It just feels a little like taking a step back - but sometimes you have to take a few steps back in order to take any steps forward in God's Will.
no matter where you're coming from or what you're celebrating this December - have a Merry Happy Christmas Hanukkah Kwanzaa Holiday season.
To put it frankly, and I do love to be frank - last December sucked bulbs. Shinny, glass ornament bulbs. I don't have a witty pun to compare the start of this December to, but suffice it to say that Santa is definitely on his way this season - ho ho ho!
This is what God gave me today, and I've been needing this. I needed my dry morsels, and quietness.
When you're tired of being tired, and your flesh is fighting you every step of the way, how do you retrace your steps back to the path you were once on? The simplest answer? You can't.
"I have a relationship with the Cavity, and it's the longest relationship I've ever been in."
People will try to confuse you until you give them what they want: your voice. Don't allow someone else to be your voice because they "sound smart" or "know what they're talking about". Make your own voice one of reason and credibility.
Do you ever feel like doing the smart thing would be the wrong thing, if only because the smart thing makes your spouse feel undermined? I'm not always sure that conceding is right, but sometimes it's worth it.
Typing long and hard, frustrated key-strokes when I'm upset allows me to unravel without being unraveled. The soft, romantic notions of typing out a story of a love I thought I once had allows me to understand the emotions I had as a seventeen year old girl. Typing just comes so much more easily to me than the long strokes of writing. I like it better, and I know it may be a generational gap - but typing for me just makes way more sense.