Misery loves company

We've all heard the saying, "you may be the sweetest peach, but not everyone likes peaches,". I've heard a few people say this to me and every time I've heard it, it's sounds differently. I totally get the saying but the situation I was in at those times, made absolutely no sense on why a person would say that. There are mean girls, there are racists girls. I've finally accepted that in my life. I understand that some girls need to have that bit of drama I'm their life in order to feel like they are alive. I understand that other girls will judge you one day and ask to have coffee with you the next. My problem is that I am too forgiving, too trusting of others. I'm Christian, my job is to forgive and move forward. My job is to spread the word of our good Lord. But recently, rascim set in to a person I least expected it from, and it came with a bit of shock. 

We know that money is the root of all evil. I think social media has taken over that place and has become such a toxic wasteland for those who love to sunbathe in others misery. I just found out that a remake of Left Behind is being filmed, starring Nicholas Cage. I was pretty excited about that since there aren't too many Christian like movies out these days. So when I saw this on my friends Facebook page, I did what any passionate person would do; share it on my wall for others to see. However, my innocent post offended someone close to me and assumed that the post was about her. I do have the right to my opinion, my beliefs, my passion. As does everyone else, with their own opinions, beliefs and passions. It's not my job to judge. But my post what general. To everyone who wanted to read it. If you don't like what I say, unfriend me. I wouldn't be offended by it. 

However, this person decided to "get me back" by posting something ill and disgusting about me to the world and tagged all of the people we know, except for me. The person she was making the post about. Someone close to me, who has been in our home to celebrate birthdays and holidays. I didn't get a chance to see this post, however everyone else did. Including my brother. Of all the people to tag, my brother? It just has me wonder now, was she serious? Did she realize what she was doing? I'm not so sure what was going through her mind, but I knew what was going through mine. I take no joy in attempting to crush others beliefs. So apparently because I like to post about God and what I believe, that made me a whore. I'm not sure where those two fit next to each other. But she did and didn't hold back on how she felt. Her self confidence must be at a low level, I assume, for her to think that my post on Facebook along with the other 200 people on there, thought it was singling her out. My life is much too busy to play on Facebook and talk about her. 

I decided to forgive her. To acknowledge that my heart hurts and that I am saddened by her action. But I do forgive her. It's not my job to judge. I'm not her mother, no one is scolding her. God will judge her. My mother has always said that you can tell a lot about someone by their actions. Of course judgement tried to set in but I overcame it because it would bring me down to the same level she is. Everyone goes through struggles and some have more demons to fight off than others. All I can do is pray for her well being and hope one day she will be at peace and not want to say hurtful things. 

No ones life is perfect, but we have the choice to be happy or sad. Some chose misery because they receive comfort from others and feel that is going to be the only way to socialize. Some chose happiness because it lifts them, it makes others around them feel the same way. The happier you are the less circle of friends you have. It's not sad, it's joyful. It's better to relieve those who are toxic and just enjoy the friends and family who chose happiness. I always tell myself during hard times, if I want a better life I can make it happen. My husband and I both support each other and when one is wrong, we help each other understand why, not judge or criticize each other. It takes a team. Same with friends, support one another, because whatever you give into this world is what you get back. As most people call it, karma. 

I am stronger than what it may look like. I've been through more things in my life than one should before they are 30. I understand that people make mistakes, and I remember that sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt me. Well, this time these words hurt. They dug deep, but I have thick skin and in due time, all will be right and my mind can be at ease. I tell my kids everyday to make good choices, what kind of parent or person would I be by breaking that example, not a very good one. 

Food for thought - 

I WILL NOT CAUSE PAIN WITHOUT ALLOWING SOMETHING NEW TO BE BORN. SAYS THE LORD. 

ISAIAH 66:9 

Technically Speaking...

For the first time in my life, someone accused me of being fake. I wasn’t sure how to react, since this person is someone who was commenting on the same status update from someone I know (you know, those heated FB conversations). Technically, a person who is on my FB that I have met once but know his life through social media. Well if anyone ever called me that, it was never to my knowledge.

But I just wanted to remind you people how fake I am. I think this person knows me way to well and I have to say they were right on point! Shall we begin? Lets!

I’m fake because I’m not really 28. I’m really 28 years, 11 months and 3 weeks old.

I should be ashamed of myself.

I’m fake because I wasn’t born with ombre hair. I was born with brown hair. I don’t know what to say.

I’m fake because I told someone they deserved to be happy. This one is definitely going way too far. I will watch my words next time, mommy.

I’m fake because I commented on a status to show some support. I think I should be spanked for this, yup.

I’m fake because I have no great come backs. Just silly words like, ‘you have ugly bangs’ and ‘you’re annoying’. LOL super disappointed.

I’m fake because I don’t know how to get violent on FB.

I’m fake because I don’t hang out with every single one of my FB friends. I know…

I’m fake because I have a full time job, 2 kids in school, a fiancé and my parents and brother. I should know better!

I’m fake because I can’t make time to see my own friends plus the ones on FB that have no idea of my private life. But apparently we should be friends and bowl and shit.

I’m fake because I have a best friend. What nerve do I have to have a best friend! Sheesh.

I’m fake because I love God. I love him so much that I sometimes put his name on FB. What world are we living in! I know! I should be banned from Earth for saying God.

Oh, I almost forgot. I am SO FAKE, because I wasn’t there to physically be there for someone when they were having a rough time. I mean, that is how all this fake-ness started.

It definitly goes to show how shallow people are. This was my first Fb fist fight, I definitly lost because I had nothing else to say to ugly bangs, but oh well. I like to chose my batttles. Like fighting for chocolate cupcakes over vanilla.

Thank you for reading everyone! I am so glad you all know how fake I am!

A Life Worth Fighting For

This morning I read a terrible post on Facebook by my younger brother. He mentioned he had the worst day and that he was called "fag" several times at work by customers. The first emotion that hit me was anger, then sadness. I think its natural to want to be there and defend someone you love when they are in those types if situations. And when you can't, it hurts.

If you know me and my family well, you know my younger brother is gay; my parents are very religious and that we all love each other. When my brother told us he was gay, it was a surprise but wasn't at the same time. We accepted him, there wasn't a question or doubt. We love him, our Lord gave us this person; he brought him into our lives.

Its so true when you hear the phrase "born this way". This is the solid reason any homosexual person can give you. As children no one kneels by there bedside and prays to be a homosexual. No one prays to be made this way, you are just born that way. You are. Its in your blood, bones and soul. No one chooses to be this way. And the way people, the world react is just appalling to me. The world is so focused on gay marriage and how they can raise children. Have we lost all sight?

What do we call all the bad mothers, fathers, sex traffickers, molesters, kidnappers, murderers out there? They weren't born that way, they chose to be that way. They allowed themselves to be taken by the dark side, and they had a choice. I know there are mentally ill people out there that commit terrible crimes, but that is not the group I am talking about. I am talking about the women who know they shouldn't have children and do. The men who chose to get a women pregnant and know they will not stick around. The groups out there that think its okay to enslave a child into sex trafficking. A person who feels touching a child in sexual ways is okay. A person who kidnaps someone to remove them from society and think there is no wrong in that. The people who don't have the right to end someone's life. What about those people? WHY ARE WE NOT FOCUSING ON THESE PEOPLE?????? WHY ARE WE FOCUSING ON GAY MEN AND WOMEN WHO WANT TO LIVE PEACEFUL LIFE'S????

Sure those people make headlines, sure you talk about it amongst your peers. But then the topic fades until the next terrible thing happens. But giving gay men and women any rights is milk in everyone's coffee. I can't remember the last time I read, heard or saw something in the news about a soulless act committed by a gay person. I just can't. Can you? Oh wait, yes I can. I remember it was only a few months ago that gay men and women wanted to marry because they loved each other and wanted to dedicate their lives to one another and it did make headline news. In fact, people were so outraged that they started rioting... I guess loving someone, really is a crime.

I don't give a fuck who you are, I don't care where you came from, I don't care what race you are - but if you think you have been giving a life that only our Lord leads to be able to call ANYONE ANY kind of hurtful name; you truly have been giving a life that only the devil leads.

You are given one life, one heart, one soul. After that, your actions will guide you to where you belong once you've passed.

Remember that the gay man and women who live amongst us are symbols of love and peace. And to that, this is all they seek.

Our race is so corrupted that the real focus has been jaded and the real problems are becoming okay in our society. I am a daughter, a mother, a friend, a sister and this is what I see through my eyes. My own opinion. My own words.

Life will never makes sense, don't kill yourself trying to make sense of it.

A prayer for those who were born the way you are:

DEAR LORD,
I PRAY FOR STRENGTH,
AS OTHERS ARE AGAINST ME.
DIFFERENT I AM,
AS OTHERS CAUSE PAIN.
I AM GAY,
MY BELIEFS IN YOU,
WILL NEVER STRAY.
I PRAY FOR OUR WORLD,
AS OTHERS ARE AGAINST YOU.
DIFFERENT YOU ARE NOT,
AS OTHERS SEEM TO BE.
I AM GAY,
MY BELIEFS IN YOU,
WILL NEVER STRAY.

My Story

She wakes up with apple juice stains on her t-shirts and Lego's under the covers.
She doesn't like ketchup with her eggs, but her kids love it.
She never eats dinner because she'd rather see her daughter off to sleep.
Shower time is relaxing time until someone can't reach the juice on the counter.
Her work is everything until she's tired and wants to go home.
She doesn't drink the milk after her bowl of cereal or after dipping cookies in it.
This all may seem weird to people, but to her kids she's mommy.
Some days she watches cartoons even when her kids aren't around.
Some days she falls asleep with her daughters blanket and her sons pillow.
Her kids don't care if there isn't enough time to watch that movie for the fifth time.
Her kids think its funny that she sleeps with one leg out of the covers and with 5 pillows.
She hates it when her arm falls asleep but nothing she can do since one of her angels are sleeping on it.
She curses and kicks air when she's mad, he kids laugh at it.
She talks to herself all the time, no matter who's around.
She waits to fill up on gas when the light comes one.
She's never on time.
She enters a room hoping no one is looking at her.
Bed time is usually around 8pm.....even on the weekends.