I enjoy conversations with people about many things. I learn quite a bit about many subjects, lifestyles, about human nature, how people are, new interests……….a little bit of everything, really. I enjoy sharing my life experiences, interests, and thoughts on life – things that have happened over the course my life has taken from the beginning all the way to present, along with any changes that have occurred.
One of the things I have accepted in my life is that things I write are not going to agree with everyone, and people will debate, point out their views, and tell me what they think of what I write. I accept all of that as being someone who shares things online in an open format.
Do I agree with everyone? No – who does? Have I lost friends over disagreements about how I live my life? Yes, multiple times. I’ve been up, and I’ve been down. When I’m down, I look for positive ways to get back up again.
There are some battles that I’ve been reading about and been a part of for a long time, and truth be told…..I’m getting tired of fighting. Human nature seems to be rife with conflict and counter-points, because one side or the other just has to be right, no matter what the cost. Many a time, I get to a point where I just say to the other person “Look……we’re never going to agree on this, so just leave it at that.” That way, people remain friends and life goes on.
Have a ruffled feathers? Well, yeah……we’re human. It happens. Get over it already.
I’ve been wrong before. I’ve had my feelings hurt. It sucks – pure and simple. I have learned that I need to pick myself up, and many times, I go to what I feel are my best sources to do that – my faith, family, and friends. This is the cornerstone of my well-being these days. This works for me.
Let me re-iterate this point here – it’s very important. This works for ME. I’m not out to convert the human race to my way of thinking – heck……I wouldn’t want that job, no matter how much you paid me. Then again, if I don’t agree with you, you’re going to have just as much chance to convert me to your way of thinking.
As you have read in many of my recent postings, I have re-centered my faith, and am looking to keep that relationship healthy. I was raised at a young age going to a church – going to Sunday School. After some time, my parents stopped going, and being a little tyke, I wasn’t that motivated in continuing to go after they stopped. When I was teenager, I was housed out at Yellowstone Boys & Girls Ranch, where people helped me re-establish a relationship with God, and I was part of a very warm, friendly community. After I left, I stopped again because the community wasn’t there. I know…….I wasn’t setting a very good track record at this point.
After becoming an adult, I encountered many different people from many different walks of life and lifestyles. I was in a learning mode, trying to figure it all out and trying to make sense of it, and enjoyed it quite a bit – parts of it, I still enjoy! I have learned to expand my repertoire of music, have done more art, enjoyed quite a bit of fashion freedom, and started writing more than I have before. I traveled around, moved from state to state after getting married and had kids, and experienced many different things.
I learned that life can be hard – it can be cruel sometimes, but as my mom once told me, nothing happens without a reason. Even though things were tough at times, they were never impossible. At times, we had to work very hard and smart to get back to a decent place, but thankfully, not once did we ever end up on the street or go hungry. I lost my father after moving out of state, which was rough – it’s one of the roughest things you go through, and what sucked was that I wasn’t there for him at the end. Grieving is hard when you’re far away. When I lost my mother, thankfully, I was able to be here for those last years, and had the time to spend with her after we moved back to Montana.
It’s interesting how it all happened. We were on our way up from California, and we hit the intersection on I-15 that branched to where I could go one of two ways – back to Denver – or back to Billings. We went where we felt our chances were best, but in a way, I just felt like it was the right direction to go.
Was it just a decision………….or was there a guiding force that helped me make this decision. These days……I’m thinking it was the latter of the two in the end. It just………..felt better.
After I lost my mother, I had a huge hole in my heart, and the pain……..well, anyone who has ever lost a parent knows what the pain is like. It’s pretty devastating. I took the time off work, I talked with friends and family all I could. I just needed something more, so I asked one of my friends what would help.
He encouraged me to pray and ask God to help fill the hole in my heart – so I did.
You know what…………it actually helped quite a bit! Between the Lord helping fill the hole left behind, my family always helped in every way, and my friends were very understanding – both near and far away. I felt such a warmth and care that it brought me out of my depression that I was in. So I started reading the Bible again – even got an app on my tablet to help me with reading through it.
So nowadays, I am working on maintaining a healthy relationship with God and trying to find how to live the best way He would have me live. Of course, when people try to change their lives, there are those who will put their re-found faith to the test. One of the things I’ve dealt with for many years are people who judged my life based on scripture. Believe me when I say that the people I’ve encountered growing up were very good at quoting chapter and verse – they all had their favorites, stating that this wasn’t proper and that wasn’t pleasing to the Lord, and I’ve battled people before, and usually ended up just retreating.
These days, I try to treat others as I would want to be treated, but I also have been made to realize that the Bible isn’t a piecemeal application that you just extract what you want to apply to your life – it’s a whole and complete guide and how-to of how He wants us to be. There are verses that say what is right and what is wrong, as was pointed out to me many times, but there are also verses that tell us that we should love one another as brothers and sisters on this planet as He has loved us.
So here is the conundrum I have encountered………..I have many friends who, if you read strictly according to scripture, are not leading those lives that are considered “right”, yet these people I have been friends with for many years. They have personally done me no wrong.
So since I was told many times it’s an all-or-nothing deal, what do I do? Do I cut these people out of my life, even though they have been a part of my life for a long time? It’s not what I would want to do. These people I feel have enriched my life in ways that have nothing to do with how they choose to live their lives, so I choose to keep these people in my circle of friends, and the relationship I have had with them has not changed over the years. I already have a committed relationship that is very healthy in my opinion. It’s not for me to judge how they live their lives, just as I would expect them not to judge me based on how I live mine. There is only one who can judge others, and it’s not me. It’s not my place.
Have I done wrong in the past? Yes. Have I sinned? Yes. Am I perfect? Far from it. Do I learn from my mistakes? I try my best.
Will I keep posting messages on my life and experiences as I see fit? Absolutely! Will I stop posting images I find inspirational? Probably not.
If you like what you read and see, by all means, share it with others and let me know of your experiences. If you don’t like it, then you are free to ignore what you see, say what you wish – it’s a free world. We are all given free will. What we do with us will decide what happens in the end. I know I won’t lose any sleep over it. I feel better these days than I have in some time.
I have my faith – I have family that I love and adore very much – I have friends that mean a lot to me in many parts of the world. To me…….that’s the important part.