Georgia, My Cat

Georgia is a mix of cocoa and marshmallow with stripes of candy corn. She’s a spritely cat who likes to chew on fresh grass, chase wine corks, and watch NCIS reruns with me. Her biggest temptation is the dining room table when I and S.M. are out of the house. Georgia likes to bask in the sunlight on the table to my horror. S.M. laughs because Georgia can’t help herself.

She’s a cat.

I Miss Quiet Winters

My town is wonderful. I love how hiking is five minutes from the house, that alternative places to shop exist outside of Walmart, and how a romantic date between S.M. and I costs less than $8. What I don’t like about my town is the noise.

It’s gotten louder here over the years. I remember when Winter came that all the tourists would disappear, but now people are everywhere. The streets teem with cars. Harley’s roar past in spite of the noise laws.

Why do Harley’s think it’s cool to drive so loudly down the street? Some of us like to finish our conversations, not be interrupted because the noise of a passing motorcycle drowns out our words. Sometimes, the, ‘Look! Notice me,” kind of bike is really a negative.

And the guy I complained to one day during lunch had no idea his roar offended me or even stopped our conversation. He never thought about it at all. It made me realize how many people offend who don’t know they offend.

Or maybe we all can try to be a little less offended? A little less super-sensitive?

Or maybe those Harley’s can keep their roars down so people like me can continue our conversations uninterrupted?

I sure miss quiet winters.

On another note, I’m still working on that Trinity article.

Why Do You Volunteer?

REST
As it is written: “There is no one righteous, not even one;
Romans 3:10, NIV

My family is a family of volunteers. Everyone has volunteered for something. It’s like a compulsion or something. Volunteerism was passed down to me as a teenager, and I wanted to emulate my grandmother’s gift of giving of her time, but I had to wonder about that “gift.”

While the Book of Mormon has changed 3,913 times and the Mormon religion continues to successfully evolve, one thing that hasn’t changed is that it’s a cult/religion of works. Even though I have been out of the Mormon religion/cult since my mid-teens, my neighbors continue to amaze me.

They are so busy! If they don’t go to visit their mom and dad, their mom and dad are visiting them. Or they are going to church religiously in a suit and tie with the wife in a dress and heels. Church is above their family and marriage needs. Family is above their personal needs. I have often asked myself why did my grandmother and mother volunteer so much? What drove that need?

I inherited that same compulsion. No boundaries. My first years in a Christian church saw me helping everywhere to the point where I experienced a crisis. Sometimes, I still struggle with a works versus grace kind of faith.

In my head, I know I can’t earn my way to Heaven. No amount of good works will make me a “good” person. None of us are really a “good” person. But sometimes I still strive for that elusive perfection. You know, that perfect Christian you see in Sunday School that appears to have it all together? I wanted to be her, but failed numerous times. I beat myself up black and blue, took criticism hard, and criticized harder when the person helping me couldn’t meet my standards. I’ve learned to say no.

Alot.

Recently, someone at church asked me to help with something at an event. I said no. I said no to heading another thing at church. I stopped myself from volunteering for a vacant position. I am focused on one ministry. Unlike my friend, I can’t multi-task. I am a single tasker.

My lesson to you is to say no to things God doesn’t mean for you to take on, take care of your marriage, and live selflessly. The one thing that sets Mormons apart from the Christians is their love. We can love, too. We just have to focus more on glorifying God than in worrying about the color of the carpet or what kind of music is playing on the stage. Get involved in things that help you grow, but you don’t have to be the one person everyone goes to, because, in my opinion, there are enough people in one church to fill every vacant ministry position according to their gifts. All they have to do is say yes to one ministry.

 

What Makes You Different?

Loving someone first is good. Action though without words will never make you distinct from the world. You’re as nice as the Mormons in your neighborhood. You’re as hospitable as the New Agers at that shop down the street. You’re as wonderful as the Buddhists. You’re quiet, loving, and peaceable.

My friend reminded me of this when I mentioned how intimidating it is to speak what you believe to those that don’t share the same beliefs and who aren’t following your God. She said you must learn about their beliefs so you can speak bridges to them. Love means having friendships with people you don’t agree with, and that’s hard.

I mean, what do you talk about when Jesus is so immersed in your soul like the roots of an elm tree that, while you can’t help but talk about Him, you see that they are either offended, do not understand, or think they are on the same page?

Potato Chips, Cottage Cheese, and Kindred Spirits

“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Anne of Green Gables called people with that instant connection, kindred spirits. My friend tells me the internet is a large community filled with people that God cares about. So I must care about you because Jesus loves you, but it’s hard to imagine people when I can’t see them. My friend says to be patient. So I must imagine who you are, and I must seek out if you are one of those kindred spirits.

Before we can have a friendship, you must know some things about me.

  1. I love dipping potato chips into cottage cheese.
  2. Stash Tea is my favorite brand of tea.
  3. I hate coffee. But I don’t mind going to the coffee shops with my friend (who should have an I.V. attached to her arm with a direct line to a coffee pot to pump the stuff directly into her veins). I drink tea.
  4. The doctor says I must lose weight.
  5. I love chocolate.

 

My husband, S.M., thinks my potato chip and cottage cheese thing is a bit strange. My friend shares my love, and sometimes even, double dips by accident into the cottage cheese. She’s still pestering me to get on twitter.

I still don’t know about this social media thing, but I’d like to be your friend.

Share in the comments your likes.

I Am Coming in November

My friend called me yesterday. “Have you set up your blog yet?”

“No.” I said. I have to admit I couldn’t keep an edge out of my voice.

“You said you were going to write it in March.” She sounded upset.

“Well, I got busy.”

“Busy, doing what? Taking long walks again in the woods.” My friend began to lecture me for a full ten minutes.

Okay, okay. So here it is…my blog. My Sunday School friends asked me why I would waste my time.

My friend is now trying to talk me into twitter.

I can’t think about that right now, but I’ll see you in November.