In constant pursuit of coffee and Christ

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Cries vs Replies

Oh the joys of moving. 

My house is a wreck, in a very productive way but, I hate it. Nothing stresses me the way an untidy house does. My wonderful momma has come to my rescue all week, helping me pack, watching Barrett, keeping us both company, and showing up with food and coffee. Today she encouraged me to escape the craziness and do my laundry at her house. I am so blessed to have such wonderful, loving, and supportive parents. 

Today's coffee mug belongs to my daddy. My parents were out perusing yard sales last summer when he stumbled upon this gem of a mug. 

My parents have entered the 21st Century (are we still calling it that?) of coffee drinking, so this morning I was able to chose from an assortment of K-Cups. I chose Gevalia, Dark Royal Roast, and have not been disappointed. I may be slowly converting from my stone age method of brewing a pot at a time... 

Once the decision to move had been made (something we had never planned on doing ever again), I found myself crying out to God "Father, you know the desires of my heart. I trust You. Have Your way". 

There is never anything you can say to God that He will not listen to. You can tell him everything and anything. Personally, I believe that there is no one better to pour your heart out to, to tell all your desires, frustrations, etc. 

That being said, there is a "better" way to pray. 

Of course God knows the desires of my heart, He put them there! 
- The good ones. Obviously if you're struggling with depression, lust, greed, etc. those are not of God and should be taken captive and thrown away - 

So, onto this "better" way of praying.

We all want answers. We all want the truth. We all want to be guided in the right direction, to be where the foundation has been set for our success and prosperity. 

We all want to be heard, sometimes so badly that we forget to listen for the reply . 

"Father, reveal to me the desires of Your heart." 

How often do we seek Gods hand and not His face?

How many times do we get all our needs and wants out in prayer, only to end the conversation there?

Prayer is a conversation!!! 

Conversation: the informal exchange of ideas by spoken words.

A blog or so ago I spoke of The Good Wife. In this message I talk about how Abraham had the faith required to climb that mountain because he knew God, a relationship that comes only from deep and honest conversation. 

Whatever you're walking through, take some time to listen. Read and meditate upon His word. 

The answers do not lie in our cries, but in His replies. 

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11

"But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." - Matthew 6:33

“So do not be afraid of them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. 27 What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs. 28 Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. 29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.[b] 30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." - Matthew 10:26-31

Monday, March 17, 2014

Lesson from a Coffee Mug

My coffee mug today was given by the vice president of my Alma mater, Kent State University, while I was employed by our student recreation facility. Looks pretty simple doesn't it?

Our lives are like this coffee mug.

You see as this, seemingly ordinary, mug is filled something very special begins to take place.

Inspire Me

As the warmth from the coffee (or tea if you so choose, but why would  you) fills the empty vessel, the message "Inspire Me" appears.

What I take away from the manner in which this little mug functions is that I, too, desire to be filled with warmth so that my message, my inspiration, may become visible to the world. 

I am still alive and functioning being empty and cold, but how much more meaningful is life when filled with warmth and comfort. 

For me, this warmth comes from the Holy Spirit, as He pours Himself into my life, as I seek Him. There may be times when I feel empty, drained, cold. He is always there, ready to fill me, warm me with His presence, bringing out the best in me.

What's filling you up today? 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Judge Me Not

Today's cup of coffee is housed in my husbands Hillbrook Inn mug. We visited the beautiful, historic, B&B last March and were treated as beautifully as the grounds are kept. I'll expand upon those memories at another time.

 I would be drinking from my mug, but our hellion of a cat decided to play with it... 

Poor mug won't be housing coffee again any time soon. Stupid cat. Perhaps we shall share the sweet kiss of coffee again sometime, dear mug... 

Today I'm drinking Gevalia House Blend. "Back in the day" my parents were part of the Gevalia club where they sent you a coffee pot, travel mugs, and then would send you coffee every month. We purchase ours the good 'ol fashioned way, at Krogers, when it's on sale. 

I am reminded of an old saying that I'm sure you're familiar with, "It takes more than being a good person to get into Heaven" While we all know this to be true, I have, what I believe to be, a challenging spin on this.

It takes more than being a bad person to go to Hell. 

As I write this I have the names and faces of many dear friends, who are some of the most wonderful people you will ever meet, running through my mind. People who are honest, trustworthy, honorable, fun, good doers, generous, kind, warm hearted, hospitable, tender, caring, open minded, welcoming... (catch my drift?). These people do not believe in Christ/have not accepted Him, are not "living right", and maybe don't even believe in God at all. They are wonderful people, some of the best we have ever known. 
These are people I want in my life. People I have learned so much from and that I want to be influential to my children. I love these people with all my heart and the thought of Heaven without them brings me to tears. 
I don't believe in forcing your religious views upon anyone, nor do I believe in condemnation. I pray that someday Christ reveals Himself to our friends in such a real and powerful way that they accept Him into their lives. Until that day, they are still our dear friends and we still love them and pray for them. 

I am also reminded of some of the worst people we have ever come across. Cheaters, haters, gossipers, malicious and selfish, shiny on the outside and rusty on the inside, fake, shallow, no good, rotten, wouldn't trust them with a grain of sand... we've all met people like this. Most of these people go to church, they lift their hands - when prompted by the pastor to do so, they have declared their love and dedication to Christ and have accepted Him into their lives. These people read their Bibles, know the latest and greatest Christian music hits, have the little fish on the bumpers of their cars... 

Please do not confuse my honesty with hate and judgement. Sometimes the truth is not nice. 

Don't get me wrong. I am not trying to say that I am a perfect person either - just ask my husband and/or siblings and best friends about the phrase "milkshake her" and how I handle being stuck behind a poor driver. We all have our days. I'm striving to have fewer of them. 

Why am I saying all of this? 

John 14:6  Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me"

There are "bad" people that will join us in Heaven. Not because they deserve to be there - nobody deserves the love and forgiveness of our Father (Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God") - but because they have accepted Christ into their lives and, though they may fail more often than not, strive to live a life that brings Him honor. The example that immediately comes to mind is the thief on the cross next to Jesus. 

Luke 23: 33 When they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals--one on his right, the other on his left. 34 Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." And they divided up his clothes by casting lots. 35 The people stood watching, and the rulers even sneered at him. They said, "He saved others; let him save himself if he is the Christ of God, the Chosen One." 36 The soldiers also came up and mocked him. They offered him wine vinegar 37 and said, "If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself." 38 There was a written notice above him, which read: this is the king of the jews. 39One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: "Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself and us!" 40 But the other criminal rebuked him. "Don't you fear God," he said, "since you are under the same sentence? 41 We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong." 42 Then he said, "Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom. " 43 Jesus answered him, "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise."

How often do we judge people by their actions, how they dress, the words they use, their attitude... none of which influence their final destination.
 - Though these things are reflections of our inner being and we should strive to be pleasing to God in all things. 

1 Samuel 16:7  But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”


Ephesians 2:8-9 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast.  

What if Christ had looked on the thief beside him and said "I'll give the Big Guy your message, have fun burning for all the sins you've committed"

Let's make the decision to be less judgey, to not determine a persons worth by outward appearance alone, and pray that how we live will be pleasing to our Father and a light to those searching in the darkness. 

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

The Good Wife

Today's cup of coffee is brought to you by:

This mug was given to me by my gorgeous sister, Julia, for Christmas several years ago. Everything she gave me that year was pink and perfect. One of the uncountable reasons why I love her.

I'm drinking Mary & Martha, Honduran Gold medium roast blend. Amazingly good. If you'd like to purchase this blend - and trust me, you do - visit my friends site at: 

While falling asleep, or maybe I should say attempting to fall asleep, my mind often wanders to Bible stories and how each "character" was affected. Last night was Abraham, Sarah, and Isaac. Nothing unusual coming across my mind, until I glanced at my son on the baby monitor and it hit me, an aspect that I had never thought of before.  

For those who may be a bit rusty on their Bible stories, allow me to get you up to speed. 

Gen. 21 Now the Lord was gracious to Sarah as he had said, and the Lord did for Sarah what he had promised. Sarah became pregnant and bore a son to Abraham in his old age, at the very time God had promised him. Abraham gave the name Isaac[a] to the son Sarah bore him. When his son Isaac was eight days old, Abraham circumcised him, as God commanded him. Abraham was a hundred years old when his son Isaac was born to him. Sarah said, “God has brought me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me.” And she added, “Who would have said to Abraham that Sarah would nurse children? Yet I have borne him a son in his old age.”

Sarah was 90 years old when Isaac was born. 

And I feel behind at 28 - yikes! 

Gen. 22 Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!”

“Here I am,” he replied. Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, whom you love—Isaac—and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.” Early the next morning Abraham got up and loaded his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance. He said to his servants, “Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you.

God was faithful and provided a ram for the sacrifice in place of Isaac.

Gen. 22  13 Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram[a] caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son.14 So Abraham called that place The Lord Will Provide. And to this day it is said, “On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided.”  15 The angel of the Lord called to Abraham from heaven a second time 16 and said, “I swear by myself, declares the Lord, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, 17 I will surely bless you and make your descendantsas numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, 18 and through your offspring[b] all nations on earth will be blessed,[c] because you have obeyed me.” 

God is always faithful. Always. 

Now, onto the revelation that hit me last night. 

Nowhere does the Bible state that Abraham told anyone what the Lord had instructed him to do, he simply set out to obey. 

There is no way that Sarah knew what they were up to. As a mother I would fight those instructions with all of my being, yes, even instructions straight from the mouth of God. I would cry out to God to take me in his place. Anything but the life of my only child. Anything

Why does this matter? Isaac was not sacrificed in the end. What's my point? 

In today's day and age women fight for equality, and quite frankly, I believe we deserve it - on most levels. 

Sarah respected Abraham as her husband and head of their household. Sarah knew that Abraham was a man of God, that he walked with God, and talked with God. Sarah knew that God was faithful. 

Sarah knew her place. 

All too often we, as women, tend to step outside of our rightful place and want to call all the shots. 

Now, don't get your feminist undies all knotted up over this. I am a firm believer that major decisions should be made together. Marriage is 100/100, each of you has to give 100% to the other. When this is done, you will never be unhappy with the result. 

What would have happened had Sarah known what they set out to do? Personally, I would have been outraged. I was barren for 90 years, God finally gives me a son, then He says we need to sacrifice him?!? 

Uh, NO. 

Now, I'm not saying that I would have abandoned my faith in God and ran the other direction, but I sure would have put up a fight! 

Not for a moment do I believe that Abraham was happy about what God had instructed him to do. Abraham loved Isaac. Abraham loved Sarah and knew how deeply it would hurt her to return without their one and only child. I can only imagine the thoughts that could have been running through his head as they climbed the mountain. 

How can I do this? My son, my love, how can I harm you? How am I supposed to tell Sarah what I've done? This will ruin her. This will ruin us. Lord, give me strength, give Sarah strength, give us understanding.  

Abraham had the faith to continue up that mountain knowing that, no matter the outcome, God is faithful and has the best in store. A faith strengthened by his personal relationship with God. A relationship nurtured by time and sacrifice. Abraham knew God. Conversations didn't just skim the surface 

"Hey how's it going God? I'm good. Had roasted lamb for dinner. Sarah's a great cook. Isaac had a blow out the other night - boy, can that kid poop!.. We just celebrated Isaac's 17th birthday, can you believe he asked for his own camel? Kids these days."  

Water fountain babble. 

Abraham knew and trusted the word of God. Abraham knew His promises. Abraham knew God. 

Ladies, this is why letting our men be the head of the household is so important. Support your husbands. Pray for them. Allow them to have alone time when they request it so that they can spend some one on one time with the Father - this might be a good time for you to do the same.

Gentlemen, this is why it is so important to take your place as spiritual leader over your house. Spend time with God. Worship Him. Talk with Him. Cry out to Him. Know Him. He is faithful and you will see amazingly good things happen in your life when you do.  

Encourage one another to dig into scripture, to spend time soaking in His presence, to cast your cares upon the Lord. You will be better for the call of God on your life, better for each other, better for your children. 

The Woman Who Fears the Lord - Proverbs 31 ESV

10 [d] An excellent wife who can find?
    She is far more precious than jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
    and he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good, and not harm,
    all the days of her life.
13 She seeks wool and flax,
    and works with willing hands.
14 She is like the ships of the merchant;
    she brings her food from afar.
15 She rises while it is yet night
    and provides food for her household
    and portions for her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
    with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17 She dresses herself[e] with strength
    and makes her arms strong.
18 She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
    Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She puts her hands to the distaff,
    and her hands hold the spindle.
20 She opens her hand to the poor
    and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,
    for all her household are clothed in scarlet.[f]
22 She makes bed coverings for herself;
    her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates
    when he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them;
    she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
    and she laughs at the time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
    and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household
    and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
    her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women have done excellently,
    but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
    but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
    and let her works praise her in the gates.

Hymn to a Good Wife - Proverbs 31 The Message 

10-31 A good woman is hard to find,
    and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
    and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
    all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
    and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
    and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast
    for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
    then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
    rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
    is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
    diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,
    reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows;
    their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
    and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
    when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
    brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
    and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
    and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
    and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
    her husband joins in with words of praise:
“Many women have done wonderful things,
    but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
    The woman to be admired and praised
    is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
    Festoon her life with praises!

Wives and Husbands - Ephesians 5 ESV 

22 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. 23 For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior.24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands.
25 Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her,26 that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, 27 so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.[a] 28 In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. 29 For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church, 30 because we are members of his body. 31 “Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” 32 This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church. 33 However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband. 

Relationships Eph 5 THE MESSAGE 

21 Out of respect for Christ, be courteously reverent to one another.
22-24 Wives, understand and support your husbands in ways that show your support for Christ. The husband provides leadership to his wife the way Christ does to his church, not by domineering but by cherishing. So just as the church submits to Christ as he exercises such leadership, wives should likewise submit to their husbands.
25-28 Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ’s love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives. They’re really doing themselves a favor—since they’re already “one” in marriage.
29-33 No one abuses his own body, does he? No, he feeds and pampers it. That’s how Christ treats us, the church, since we are part of his body. And this is why a man leaves father and mother and cherishes his wife. No longer two, they become “one flesh.” This is a huge mystery, and I don’t pretend to understand it all. What is clearest to me is the way Christ treats the church. And this provides a good picture of how each husband is to treat his wife, loving himself in loving her, and how each wife is to honor her husband.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Random Rants and Funny Stories

You will find, more often than not, that I become very frustrated with situations and am also very talented at making a fool of myself. Today's post is dedicated to such instances. We'll start off with the "random rants" and then end on the positive.





  1. Being a military wife has just as many challenges as it has benefits - even for a reservist wife.  


  • Being a part of a community that knows how to support each other and stick together. You will not find a more understanding, strong, and emotionally in touch group of individuals than a military spouse. 
    • Emotionally in touch meaning we know what ones we do and do not want to share with the world and realize that, sometimes, emotions are not worth the time and energy it takes to display them. 
  • The benefits to your spouse. There is nothing like hearing the pride and joy in your husbands voice as he finds that he was one of eight - out of all US Navy reservists in his rating - to be promoted. This is the good kind of pride, the kind that makes all your effort worth while, the kind of pride that makes you want to be even better. Better for your God, better for yourself, for your family, for your country and fellow servicemen.
  • TriCare insurance - 'nuff said. 

  • Being apart - a lot - and having civilians trying to relate. Don't get me wrong, I understand that having your loved ones away for long periods of time is challenging. Please, do us all a favor and don't treat your traveling spouse as the equivalent to ours. You don't want to mess with us. We don't want to put up with you. So your husband is away on  business often? - cute. Our spouses have sworn to give up their lives, if necessary, and are at constant risk of being placed in a situation to make good on that promise. It is not the same as a traveling spouse, thanks for trying to sympathize, now stop it. 
  • Everyday I pray that my husband will attach to a non-deployable unit. Every day I pray that we will stop nosing in on other countries business and only give aid when requested. Every day I pray that our enlisted and veterans would get the honor and respect due them.Every day I pray for peace and that everyone would stop worrying so much about oil, gun control, etc., etc. and start worrying about the lives that we place on the line for them.  While I dread the day my children and I kiss our valiant protector good bye for that 6-12 month deployment, I am also aware of what never being deployed could mean for my husband. He joined to serve and protect, not for the "monetary benefits" (which, let's face it, don't exist). Should he go his entire career avoiding deployment, at some point, that decision will weigh heavily upon his heart. He would have served his country, with all his heart and talents, but it's just not the same. So, I don't want him to go, but I don't want him to stay either. The great part? Neither of us get to make that decision. We will take what is thrown at us and run with it. Thus is military life. 
  • An ever changing schedule. Never count on anything staying the same for very long. By the time you think you've got your year figured out, something will change and "CF" it all to pieces. 

I could go on, but I really want to get to my funny stories. 

      2. Airlines - No other industry could run so rudely, unscheduled, and non apologetic without being put under. 

My husband was going through the process of checking his bag and, once everything had been taken care of, the woman behind the counter promptly grabbed and threw it onto the belt, his bag landing upside down. The couple next to us, with very expensive luggage, were treated the same way. You could literally feel the thud in the floor as their bags landed. This disgusts me. Do these people never travel themselves? What if there were breakables in those bags? Why can't they take the extra two steps to place the bags on the belt in a respectful manner? 

This was Barretts first time seeing his daddy off at the airport. Well, technically his second but, this was the first time we went in to wait for his flight with him. Being the sentimental fool that I am, I was excited to get his security pass to keep for memories.
Ben handed the TSA agent our IDs and passes. The guy looked at us as if were were criminals, handed Ben our IDs and his boarding pass then tore up and threw away Barretts. We walked through the gate and turning to Ben I said, "who pissed in his cheerios? I wanted that!" 

A positive note here: We were treated like royalty at security. I didn't even have to take my shoes off! The woman waved us through without any hassle. That was nice. She is nice. I like her. She should give nice lessons to the jerk that tore up my sons first pass. 

Our routine when Ben travels is that we grab a coffee and sit and talk while we wait for boarding. I rarely have any complaints about anyone who hands me coffee, today was no different. The shop was full of women swooning over my son, commenting about how sweet he is, how cute he looks and the funny sounds he was making. Being the proud parents that we are, we soaked up all the complements, said our "thank yous" and our "have a nice day's" and headed over to the gate. 

We picked our seats and made ourselves as comfortable as possible, right in front of the screen listing delays, weather, random advertisements... "Wasn't your flight supposed to take off at 10:20?" I asked, "yeah, it's already delayed an hour", was Ben's reply. Yay. 

Don't get me wrong, I understand delays for safety reasons and weather concerns. I understand that pilots are people that can run late to work and that sometimes things just take longer than they should. I get it. We're all human. 

We watched as the estimated take off time bounced around. "Flight #5387 will now be departing at 11:45"   Five minutes later   "Flight #5387 will now be departing at 11:20"    Five minutes later   "Flight #5387 will now be departing at 11:40"...

What the??? How does this happen? There was no way to adjust for his connecting flight - which, of course, would end up being delayed by two hours anyways. 

No other means of transportation runs this inefficiently and inadequately. I feel that the airline industry should offer some sort of compensation for running so late and scattered. Any other business would. 

Airport drama is nothing new for us. While Ben was in TX I traveled down to visit. My flight and connecting flight there went beautifully. Trying to get home... the exact opposite. Not only was my original flight canceled, they didn't have another flight for me for another two days. Why was my flight canceled? The first time was due to weather - understandable. The second time was because there was grass on the runway. I kid you not. The third time was because there was a bird stuck in one of the engines. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up. 

They did not offer to pay for my extra hotel expenses, nor did they offer transportation to a hotel. I was simply told that I would have to return two days later for the 1:00 flight out. Ben did not have those two days off and, would not be able to see me off two days later. I hadn't seen him in months. I did not have a car. I did not have a hotel room. Fortunately I was given a ride, by another person waiting on a flight, to a hotel where I could stay. 

I returned two days later and, as I approached the desk, I noticed the whiteboard behind the counter stating that all flights for the day had been canceled (this was after my $10 cab fee to get there). In a not so polite way, I slapped my hands on the counter and said "please tell me you never updated the board from two days ago" the attendant looked at me and said "all flights out for the day have been canceled. We will drive you to Dallas so hopefully you can make your connecting flight". 


The man driving me should not have been given a drivers license. I feared for my life more than once on the three hour car ride. After arriving in Dallas, checking my bag, and finding my gate, I scanned the schedules to see how my flight was doing - delayed two hours. Great. Finding an outlet to charge my phone was like a treasure hunt. Why are there not more charging stations in airports? I sat, on the floor, for two hours, staring at the schedules. Oh, you have got to be kidding me, my flight is now delayed three more hours. By the time it was all said and done, I was on the red eye back to CMH, arriving at 2:00am in place of my original 6:00pm flight (two days before mind you).

Why do we allow the airline industry to get away with this?  They are rude, disrespectful, inefficient and expensive. How do they still function like this? 

    3. Amish Buggy's 

I could care less about how people chose to live. What I do care about is an Amish buggy traveling 5mph on a 65mph road with hills and curves. There have been multiple accidents in the area where I live, all because someone - traveling the speed limit and being responsible - crested a hill only to find themselves inside an Amish buggy. This is something I feel should be illegal. Most sects are allowed to travel in vehicles as long as they are not operating them. I feel very strongly that they should not be allowed to travel by buggy on any road with a speed limit over 35mph, for their safety as well as the safety of those of us in the vehicles. 

    4. MILF "Mother I'd Like to... you know"

How disgusting, rude, disrespectful, and unsettling is this phrase. I do not take this as a complement and, you better believe, if I wasn't holding my child, you'd be tasting my fist. Where have manners gone? Why are we viewing this as an acceptable thing for someone to say? News flash! This is sexual harassment. 

I am deeply concerned for what we pass off as acceptable. 

OK, now for my funny stories.

While I don't consider myself to have been sheltered while growing up there were definitely things that I had never heard of, Ash Wednesday being one of them. 

I will never forget the day I learned about what Ash Wednesday is. I was prepping for class in the communal bathroom of my dorm, freshman year of college, and was just getting ready to head out the door when I noticed one of my floor mates with something smeared across her forehead. 

"Christina, I think you have some ink or something smeared on your forehead" 

- I thought I was being nice, you know, like letting someone know they have lettuce stuck between their teeth - 

"Uh, it's Ash Wednesday" she said, looking at me like I was some sort of judgemental prick. "Oh, OK, I'm sorry" I replied, as she walked past me.

We ended up becoming friends later.

I decided to take a figure skating class my sophomore year. I had physical education requirements to fill and thought it sounded like fun. The classroom listed on my syllabus simply said "C2". Walking into the ice arena building there were only two rinks, neither of which were named. There didn't seem to be anyone else looking for their class but there were a couple guys over by the concessions stand, so I decided to see if they knew where I was supposed to go.

I had never been in this building before and hadn't taken the time to really look around. The middle of the room was sunk into the floor for extra seating, tables, etc. I did not know this... yet.

"excuse me" I said to one of the less intimidating looking guys, starting to realize that they were all at least 6ft tall, dressed similarly and in decent looking shape "I am looking for the figure skating class, is that why you're here?"

A huge smile spread across his face as he said "No ma'am. We're the hockey team" There must have been 20 guys sitting in that sunken section of the room, all standing now, looking at me grinning.

I could feel how red my face was getting as he continued "we'd love to have you on the team. Coach is in that practice rink. Why don't you go ask him about a spot".

As he was talking I noticed a small group of students entering the other rink.

  Thank God, that must be the class! 
"Thanks but I'll pass" I said as I rushed over to the other side of the room and hurriedly pushed through the doors to escape my misery.

Every once in a while I would run into a member of the team, who would throw me that "you were so cute thinking we were here for a figure skating class" smile. I would just smile back.

 Oh, the things books cannot teach us.

"More important than talent, strengh, or knowledge is the ability to laugh at yourself and enjoy the pursuit of your dreams" - Amy Grant