From a young age I struggled with loneliness and depression. But it was during those times in the valley when I sought Him. And it was there He found me and Loved me. This life is a journey and this blog is about my journey. It's about finding Him in everything. It's about learning to hope, love, and forgive. It's about my daily ups and downs, my sweet kitties who bring me so much joy, and my amazing husband who I am honored to share my life with. It's about learning to cook and hoping to one day be a back up dancer for the Black Eyed Peas. It's about my passion for creating and crafting. It's about my struggles and prayers and funny stories. It's about ...redemption.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Confessions

Sometimes I compare myself to others.  Ok, ALL the time I compare myself to others.  

It's a horrible way to live, an ugly thing to do, but still I do it quite often.

It is never a conscious decision, I actually just started realizing how often I do it.
  
Why can't I have her straight hair?  Why does she get the gorgeous kids?  Why can't I be more ambitious like her?  Wow, she's a doctor and I make coffee for a living!  

You know what I mean.  Or maybe you don't.  

From there I put people in appropriately labeled boxes.  I decide they are a certain way, they do certain things, they don't do certain things.  I make assumptions.  Scott always tells me not to make assumptions, do I listen?    

But then I find out something about that person that surprises me.  Nothing bad, just something I already decided they didn't do or weren't like.  

I think that's why I enjoy Donald Miller and Anne Lamott's writings.  They are well known Christian writers with amazing stories and then you find out something like...oh, they smoke cigarettes.

And not that I care that they smoke cigarettes, I just didn't put them in the box with other people that smoke cigarettes.  

So I decided that I'm probably not the only person who makes assumptions about other people.  I'm probably not the only person that compares myself to others.  

And I know that when I found out Donald Miller smoked, it made him more human, more relatable.  Don't you think so?  And when I realized Anne Lamott was a crazy hippie nut, I couldn't help but love her even more!  

So here are my confessions.  These are the things that maybe you decided I didn't do or wasn't like.  Some I'm not proud of, like the whole comparing thing, and others are just what make me me.  

And I know we all have these things in our lives.  So here's the deal, I'm going to go first and then if you have been dying to confess or feel like being vulnerable and exposing yourself, here's your opportunity!  YEA!

1. I love celebrity gossip!  It's true, I do.  I tried to fight it, but I can not get enough of john and kate plus 8 and all their drama.  I think I am most obsessed with the love triangle between Angelina, Brad, and Jennifer.  Scott and I have a deal, if I go grocery shopping alone I get to purchase one of my girlie gossip magazines!  Hooray!  

2. I like to curse.  Sometimes I find it necessary, like when I lost my friend's dog and then I thought I had lost him again!!!  "*&%#$!"  But then I realized he was sleeping under the tree.  "*&^%$#@!"  

3. Um...I can watch reality TV all day.

4. I take off all my facial hair with facial NAIR.  Believe it!  Have you ever seen my sideburns???  EXACTLY!  

5.  I feel uncomfortable without makeup.  I don't like to leave the house without my makeup on.  My sisters would say it doesn't help or I don't apply it correctly.  I'm sorry, I just really love blush!  

6. I used to smoke.  I quit months ago, but occasionally I miss it.  

7.  I am very jealous.  It's ugly, I know.  

8. I can't pray out loud.  It's weird for me.  I don't do it.  

9.  I wear a headwrap everyday.  You might be thinking that's not a confession, I just have really great style.  Nope, I wear them because I pull out my hair when I don't have one on.  

10.  I love hip-hop and rap music!  I really just like the beat, the rhythm, but if some of those lyrics were put in a rock song I would be appalled and wouldn't listen to it!  

I think that's enough for today.  

Thanks.  You can take me out of some of those boxes now.  

5 comments:

  1. I pick my nose, constantly, and I love it. (is it still a confession if everyone knows and just pretends they dont?)

    Sometimes I wish Bono was my best friend.

    My second toes on my feet are wickedly crooked, most people think its a deformity, but its really a part of my super human sports skills.

    I wear a headwrap everyday. You might be thinking that's not a confession, I just have really great style. Nope, I wear them because it keeps my hair out of my eyes.

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  2. Thanks Blossom... for sharing.

    I am not always neat and tidy.

    I can get very angry. (At sometimes silly things)

    I am way too interested in the way I look.

    I don't read my Bible. (At least not much)

    I really don't know all the answers about Christianity. If someone asked me if they were going to heaven or hell, I would say, "I don't know."

    There is so much more. I am supremely flawed
    But thanks for the insight and the moment to reflect.

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  3. i dont even know if i can comment on this. here goes nothing.

    i pick my nose too. and i love it.
    i love earwax. too much
    i do things because i feel guilty,
    maybe its because i am convicted.
    is there a difference?
    i really just want to be a dancer
    im really afraid of bad breathe
    i dont have a lot of guts
    i want to take a vow of poverty but it really scares me
    so i keep living in comfort
    i hate being a vegetarian

    i love that i knew all those things about you. but scott, whats the deal with the toes. do you hide them or something? never seen em before.

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  4. and i dont know why i said i hate being a vegetarian. i was having a moment.

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  5. Jen, you've never seen Scott's deformed second toes???

    I tell him all the time that I hope our babies get his hair and MY TOES!

    And it's ok if you hate being a vegetarian. Sometimes I hate being a brat, but other times, I love it.

    I laughed when I read all you really want is to be a dancer! Ha, me too!!!

    Let's start having dancing parties. No food, no beverages, everyone just comes to dance!!!

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