That anger is the reminder that the good guys outnumber the bad. It is the reminder that the men in my life are not the team I’m fighting against, they’re not even hanging out silently on the sideline, they’re actually on my side.
Whether the cry is "ME TOO" or #YesAllWomen, this a discussion that needs to be had. Awareness needs to increase. Change needs to happen. This is not okay.
One of my friends was baffled as she asked, "Wait, do you really think people will be protesting AGAINST equality for women????"
Help us. We need you to show us that we are wrong.
During a visit to Mount Vernon, two of the history interpreters were there to tell us about two things they did daily to ensure that each plant thrived.
I would like to say thank you to the men in my life who do not make me afraid.
I wish I could hand pick who would and would not read this blog post. I wish I could make sure that everyone could understand that I am trying to write this in support of one group, not to attack another. I wish that no one reading this post could find any reason to be offended or disagree with me. But they will.
If Christ never wanted us to experience sorrow He wouldn't have counseled us to "mourn with those that mourn" and "comfort those that stand in need of comfort". We are sometimes meant to grieve, and that process doesn't have a Universal timeline or a definite ending.
Today is my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. TWENTY FIVE YEARS of the best marriage I've ever witnessed. The most adorable, giddy, happy, selfless, in-love couple I know officially sealed the deal (literally), 25 years ago. I'm so glad that as one of their six lucky children I've not only had the privilege of being raised…
It's my reminder to keep moving forward, trusting God, even when I can't see the whole picture. It's my reminder to keep my focus upward and outward.