Friday, February 20, 2015

The Good Thing About "Fifty Shades of Grey"


Yep, you read that title right!   I didn’t’ see the movie, and I don’t have plans to see it. I sadly did however, read the book, (a choice I would not make again)
But in my opinion, there is a positive side to the movie everyone has been talking about and it most likely isn’t what you are thinking. I’m not going to rant on the violence and the out of control male domination the move glamorizes,  I won’t voice my confusion on how such a story is billed as a romantic love story or how our society has come to deem this kind of abuse ok.  Instead, I am going to look at the conversations started about it’s release and use it in a small way to make a positive change.
I personally view a movie like this as a slap in the face to women trying to live free from violence and abuse. I know there are women in this world who are trying to escape “Fifty Shades” type relationships that have been battered, traumatized and made to think it is their fault. The movie is more about one person’s pleasure and emotions rather than two.  
Instead of just writing a post about the degrading way the movie depicts a relationship, I am going to do something; and I challenge you to do the same.
Right now there are thousands upon thousands of women (and men) trapped in abusive relationships, or hiding in fear of their supposed lover. They live every day in their own private hell.  You can find them in your local shelters, or surf the net to see the different organizations all over the world aimed at saving women from abuse at the hands of the very person who is suppose to love them. I challenge you to seek out different organizations in your communities or in other parts of the world and find a way to help. Actually, chances are you know someone who is in an abusive relationship, and that is a great place to start. Your support and encouragement can be of tremendous help to someone who feels isolated and alone in their fight. Educate yourself to the signs of abuse, and how you can help. The possibilities are endless.
 Some may label my view as prudish; but I know that  sexual expression was created by God for us to experience the greatest joy that comes in the act of self-giving, not self-seeking.  I know that to sit idly by and not speak out and do something against the kind of pornography this movie depicts is to participate in it. I know that abuse of someone reaches far beyond the victim sometimes, as too often, children are involved. 
So my friends, I am finding ways to raise awareness of the fact that many men and women live every day in a “Fifty Shades” relationship.  I need to do something. How about you?

Nearer My God

This past Wednesday was a little different for me that some Wednesdays throughout the rest of the year. It’s a time I remember the words “we are dust, and to dust we shall return”

 I am flawed, I am weak, and I live in the darkness of my sins. But all I need to do to feel nearer to my God, is to sit still, close my eyes and listen to the sound of my own heartbeat, or the wind in the trees, or to some of the most beautiful music ever made and I don’t feel so lost anymore.

I am a big Piano Guys fan. Their music soothes my soul often, the videos they produce are amazing. Here is a link to one of my Favorites:     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gosY-UrpHcA

Happy birthday Dad


My daddy had the biggest heart ever!!!!
This is a photo of him, my grandma Mary, my sis, and me! (I'm sitting next to dad) Today is his birthday and I am sure he is in Heaven dancing and singing with the angels. I think he is extra happy today as he is celebrating together with my mom for the first time in many years. I have lots to be proud of having him for a father. He was kind, generous, extremely hard working and had a wonderful sense of humor. He loved to sing and dance, and in later years when he could, travel a little when he allowed himself to get away from his work. The calming force in our family, he loved my mom and us kids with all his heart and soul.. My dad had a hard life, lots of tough breaks and plans that never came to full realization, but he never gave up. He loved God with a depth I never truly understood until I was grown. He would read the Bible often, and frequently had our pastor over for long conversations and Bible study. Along with my mom, he held me when I cried, scolded me when I broke the rules, shone bright when I succeeded and most of all had faith in me when I failed. I owe what I am today to that man. Death changes everything, but time changes nothing, I still miss the sound of his voice,, the wisdom of his words, the stories of his life and just being in his presence. I miss you daddy as much today as I did the day you left us.