I always feel so weird when I wear makeup.

Anyone seen wisebeardman lately ? I haven't in a few days.....
I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later.he died or something.
I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later.
he died or something.
I am happy that Billy Graham responded that way. Lovely smart man he is. If one of my children ever told me that they are gay, I would do just that love them.
I'm not going to pretend I wouldn't struggle if that was my reality. But if it were, I would hope that I'd just love as Christ did and does.![]()
I'm beginning to think Christianity isn't for me.
Yes it is wrong to say all fantasy is bad just because it is fantasy. It is also just as wrong to say all fantasy is harmless because it is only fantasy. Stories shape worldview. It isn't much better to say that, oh since we know the authors of these fantasy novels were christian these are good fantasy but since this fantasy deals with certain topics and we don't know that the author is Christian it is bad fantasy.
So let's judge any work of fantasy by its content and effect on people. I haven't read any of the HP books so I can't speak to their content and won't try. However, by that girl's own admission her interest in Harry Potter was concurrent with her occultic involvement. Her keeping that stuff is like a sexually promiscuous person who is trying to start living a celibate life keeping her collection of romance novels or porn; it's just a really bad idea.
I won't clog this thread up with the positive impact LOTR and Narnia have had on my life, but I will say that there are several narnia scenes that define the way I think about certain aspects of character. The nature of faith, what it means to follow, and what courage and loyalty look like are all things I've learned from Narnia. But to be fair here, I've also learned a lot from Discworld (written by Sir Terry Pratchett) and the writings of Orson Scott Card.
And yes I know some Christians who tell me I shouldn't read Narnia because Lewis included characters based off of pagan deities and old ladies in my prayer group wouldn't go see LOTR because there was only one Lord and it had magic in it. but that's enough for this thread. We can start a new thread to discuss fantasy literature if we want.
My sister told me this morning that I live a charmed life. She said, "Everything comes easy for you, people are always rushing to your rescue, and you got all the good genes. How am I supposed to compete with that? It's easier for me to just not have to be around you."
This was in response to me calling her to ask if she'd want to help me put together a family party for my birthday next month. But she's been ignoring/avoiding me a lot lately, and I couldn't figure out why...I thought maybe she was just busy with her wedding plans (takes place at the end of August, a couple weeks after my birthday).
She's pretty upset with me. She told me it just figures that I would try to "trump" her wedding by having a get-together for my birthday.
What?!
I don't get all the bitterness towards me. She ended the conversation with "Just once, I'd like to see you fall flat on your face and not get back up. Then maybe you'd be more human."
I think this means I'm NOT invited to the wedding after all...?
I am super confused.
Her jealousy reminds me of something Paul said in 1 Corinthians. I'm going to paraphrase. He said that everyone has gifts given by God, but some people want the "big" gifts. But he also said that they don't get why having the "big" gifts aren't as fun or easy as they look. She sees your talents as the "big" ones, whether they are or aren't.
It seems to me that she wants compensation for her hurts. She wants to shine brighter and receive attention because she thinks she wasn't noticed, or didn't get help/sympathy/ect, like she thought she deserved. Her reactions are also tell tale signs of how wounded she still is. I highly doubt it's because of you. She's allowing the infection to continue because that's what she's comfortable with. It's her choice to stay the same or change.
And her wedding could be in December, and you'd still be trying to upstage her. You aren't responsible for her thoughts or actions.
My uncle just sent an email to my mom that went something like this:
"WOWWWW SIS! I just saw some photos of your son on Facebook and he is SO handsome! Wow he looks like he should be an actor or singer or celebrity! Hes so talented and good looking!
...oh and Hallie is pretty too."
*sigh* this is NOT the first time this has happened either hahaha![]()
Right? I can usually get used to the lip color and eye makeup, but when I wear foundation I just feel like I have a mask on, and I'm scared of touching my face haha. I don't understand why this lady put so much dang foundation on me the first time. When she approached me she said "oh my gosh you have amazing skin! Looks like I can go light on the foundation!" I thought that was great, until I closed my eyes and felt her SLATHERING my face in coat after coat of foundation. When I was finally allowed to look in the mirror I was like "whoa lady. is this what you consider going LIGHT on foundation?" I made her redo it, but I understand that my definition of "light makeup" was probably not enough for such a formal occasion, so we compromised with medium coverage.
But seriously.. that first application of foundation, I'm pretty sure I could chisel away at it for hours before reaching my skin. Good grief!
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So I know what I choose and am thankful for and that be God, who trumps all as like in the Spades games the "ACE" trumps all, God is my Ace and you?
I decided to write my sister a letter. Hand-written, and snail-mailed. That way, she can read it in a couple days once she's cooled down, and she can respond (or not respond) however she sees fit.
I had to pray a lot before/during writing it...I didn't want to end up bringing up past painful events and actions. This letter...yeah, not about my pain or ways she's hurt me.
What it did contain...
I told her how I used to sneak into her room when we were little, to look at all her cool stuff. Sometimes I stole it...I told her I'm sorry. I told her how confusing it was for me that she's my "half sister" (different dad), because all I knew was that she was MY sister, and that she made the best pancakes, and had the best jewelry, and the best mischievous ideas.
I reminded her how I use to always try to tag along with her and her friends- I did it because she was COOL. I wanted to be around her. I wanted to dress like she did and listen to the same music and just be part of her world.
I told her, for the first time ever, how beautiful I thought she was in her junior prom dress. I told her how she'd made me feel safe and loved when our parents would fight. How when I had bad dreams, I would go curl up on the floor by her bed rather than running to our mom.
I told her how scared and worried I was for her when she left home, how I missed her and prayed for her and tried to get mom to stop being angry with her.
I told her that I'm sorry that I ran to her with so many petty problems when I knew she was going through so much of her own pain, her own hell. I told her that I never knew how to help her, because she seemed so strong and independent, but I thought if nothing else, I could at least stay close, make her laugh. I couldn't give her advice the way she could for me, I never had solutions for her troubles, all I knew to do was be THERE, in case...for some reason...she needed me.
I told her that I'm sorry for hurting her in the past- and I know I have, and sometimes I meant to...but mostly I didn't. Mostly, I was so focused on my own dramas that I probably still don't know the extent of the pain I caused her.
And I asked her...to forgive me. To let go of the past and let me start fresh with her from where, and who, we are now.
I don't know when, or if she'll respond. I hope that she does. Even if she's angry, I hope she calls or writes back and reads me the riot act- at least that would be a start, you know?
Does anyone else feel that when they read a book, they devour the knowledge that comes from it and collects it like one would collect coins to put into a piggy bank? Reserve it, mull it over, allow it to change you, even in the smallest way?