Showing posts from January, 2014

9 Days

Speaking Out

Today the constant that has been on mind is when is it necessary to speak out against injustice?  Only when it affects me or my family?  What about when we are in the clear and others are still facing hardships with no one to speak out for them?

How wide is my family?
Does it only include those who live under my roof or who share the same family tree?

I am trying to remove myself enough from the situation where I can discern if I am speaking out for justice or from a place of revenge.  When someone we love gets hurt, it is hard not to go right to that place of revenge.

It feels good to get someone back, at least in the moment, but often times it just feels bad.  Revenge isn't the same thing as seeking justice.

Revenge is ugly and full of anger, it can consume us and push us in a direction of regret.

Seeking justice on the other hand is like shedding light on a situation and allowing others to see what the offender has been trying so hard to hide from us.


As a mom, a wife and a pastor there are times that I just need to escape. 
It happened on Sunday evening.
I try to give as little detail about my kids, in the pulpit and on social media,
because they didn't "sign up" to be a pastor's kid.
So enough said, we have had a stressful stretch of time in our home,
you can imagine with a pre-teen middle school daughter
and a son recently diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia,
two full time working parents out of the home,
one whose job takes him around the globe,
we have our challenges.

(Did I mention the dog who ate an entire container of fish food or the other dog that decided that our cloth grocery bags were a fire hydrant in the same day?)

So on Sunday while Dan was at youth group with Eva,
Harry and I were home together and he went about doing his own thing and
I sunk into the couch and watched some recorded television and just escaped
for two hours.

It was what I needed and I did feel a little guilty that I didn't
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