Choices.

Lately, after a run with society, I have purposely sat myself down to examine the intensity of choice.

Last Thursday school was canceled on account of snow/rain/ice. Here in Manhattan, it was only slightly raining. I thought it was a lie. I was flummoxed at 2:00 when the sun was shining and it was 60 degrees. Someone made a choice for school to be canceled.

They say in education one of the best things to do for children, to let them expand their wings is to allow them choices. It is always recommended that those choices have structure. That there is some significance to those choices.

It is interesting to think about how many choices a day we are confronted with and how many paths we may take. AND I ALWAYS WONDER what would happen if I had made another choice.

A choice is so powerful, so utterly life changing no matter how small.

I get so frustrated seeing people obsess over things like Twilight, Beer, or power. Seeing people drool at the face of these actors, or quotes that seem to be profound, when there are so many countless profound things that the Lord has done and will do on this earth and we are watching Vampires try to love one another?

I understand some things are of pure entertainment and time fulfillment, but I cannot tell you how sad it would make me feel if I had not read a classic book and dirtied my time and mind with popculture garbage. Hmm. Maybe that is too intense, but of course we are all allowed our own standard of living. Which brings me to the next question: How are we to tell ourselves when something is morally wrong, that it is 'to each their own?' Where, in this melting pot of a nation, are we to set some standard. This is where Jesus comes in. To understand the morally correct response and way of living, this is why we are established in His ways. Some might ask, well, why Jesus, why not Mohammad? Because my friends, Jesus is the only living God, not asking us to sacrifice, to demean women, to try and live up to a 'God' like standard, and He is the purest form of love.

I feel often times that words are a road block and time is a nail in my tire. It is only a matter of words and time that we are allowed, and trying to translate the heart has never made much sense to me.

I guess what I am saying is what my husband has clarified so greatly. All sin is a perversion of something good; something God given.

Oh but that conversation is for another day. I'm sorry if I was confusing, or disappointing.

Peace & Love