Monday, August 27, 2012

Public School was my Mother.

2 Timothy 2: 15, Colossians 3: 13, Romans 13: 7

We had a little scare this one time when I was a kid, we were attending a church that ran a private school, and my mother wanted to send me, of course to shelter me from all of the evil, worldly influences I would encounter in kindergarten at the public school.  This incident is my very first memory of 1.) following my instincts, and 2.) successfully thinking on my feet.  I told my mother that if she sent me to the Christian school, that all the kids at the public school would never get to hear about Jesus, because I would not be there to tell them about Him.  And since you all know how much I hate evangelism, you understand what a stretch this was for a five-year-old.  But she bought it, and I went to public school.

Monday, August 20, 2012

I'm stressed.

Philippians 4: 8,  1 Thessalonians 5: 11,  Psalm 35: 17,  Ecclesiastes 7: 3

I have been working overtime, theoretically six-day weeks, but since I don't get the same day off every week, it's more like eight-day weeks.  And yet, no change in job duties, just more of the same duties (hehe).  The extra money does not alleviate the constant crabbiness.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Welfare was my father.


  
“Conservatives argue that this human tendency toward corruption means that the unemployment benefits and government health insurance will make the poor lazy, that they will become food-stamp gobblers with no incentive to work for themselves.  But I side with the poor and powerless since-as we’ve seen-they have far less ability to destroy all our lives.”  Alisa Harris, Raised Right, p.205.

Monday, August 6, 2012