Happy Birthday to Me


Yesterday was my birthday. Despite no cake (don’t eat it anymore)
or ice cream (ditto), and no one singing the “Happy Birthday” song
I had a really good day. All three of my children came over to see
me and bring cards and gifts and middle sister and her family came
over with presents and good wishes. On top of that, friends from
church wished me happy birthday and gave me birthday hugs. And as
constant as the sunrise, was the love of my spouse.

War Question

Some things have been bothering me lately. A few are internal, for
example, how do you really forgive a wrong that went on and on
and on? I have shed my share of tears over my black heart this
week, and resolved to address in more meaningful ways my anger
issues (off beta blockers entirely now) and my possessiveness. But
leaving those things aside I want to address something that is
external that really really bothers me. I am not wanting to pick a
fight with anyone but there are things I want to know. If you
respond I will read your posts and consider them. And I won’t bite
back if you tick me off, see above reference to dealing with anger
issues!

If you support the war in Iraq (not just “support the
troops”) and consider yourself a Christian, how do
you reconcile the two?

July 4th

Usually on July 4th I have a party. Not a beer keg and fireworks
party but a grilling out and hanging out sort of party. The party
breaks up early enough for everyone to go on to the beer keg and
fireworks to dos later in the evening. I invite all of my family and
the members of Spouse’s family that are in town. We have a good
time and no one is ever left out.

This year, I was unable to host the party as I was and had been
somewhat unwell (another story). We were invited, and attended, a
cookout on the 3rd. Because of the conflict, we missed an event at
another friends home. I also saw my mother on the 3rd. She told
me that she had been invited to go to a farm for an all day party
with middle sister’s family and had also been invited to go to
youngest sister’s party. I told her to go and have fun. But my
heart broke.

The truth is that my sisters do not want me around their non family
friends and fellow church goers. I should be used to being left out,
but I am not.