Free Spirit? Define that.

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve had a talk with you all, and it’s strange because it’s sort of like walking around without a pinky on one hand, yet somehow it really doesn’t affect life that much.  But, it does because you look down and the pinky is gone, something is missing, and all the other nails are so pretty on that hand, but where the heck is that pinky because it’s so integral to who you are, but it’s missing, and thus it goes with me not writing on my blog forEVER.

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Hubby’s favorite pic of me on our honeymoon, zit and all.

Free Spirit.  This is what my doctor told me today. “You are such a free spirit.”

I think about this, and I have been accused of the exact opposite as a Christian woman who leans right (though would prefer to be called a progressive moderate, coined here, GO RAND PAUL) and I feel like I’ve done what I am supposed to do–we pay our taxes, make sure we pay our bills, put our kids through college (and are still footing the bill and it’s worth it) drink regular Pepsi because I’m a purest dontcha know, and I see to others around me who need a little loving.

I hear their voices on the phone when ordering chocolate and I ask, “Are you okay?” And I hear their stories, and I ask, “Can we pray for you?” and they say, “That would be so nice!” and you can hear the relief that some random person on the end of a phone in a small chocolate shop somewhere in the midwest cares enough to pray for them.

Free Spirit.

Why?  Because I think that Christians should actually be like Jesus and not leave a single soul hurting on the side of the road.

If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed (Mark 5:28).” That’s what she told herself, this nameless, bleeding woman who’d traveled 30 miles, fueled by nothing but faith.

And, He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.” (Mark 5:34)

Free Spirit.

I understand.  I know people hurt.  I know people wonder.  I am free because I believe that I have been “set free from my suffering.”

Be a free spirit.  It’s okay.  We are all God’s children.

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But, if we are all God’s children–“Do not speak evil against one another…if you judge the law, you are not a doer of the law but a judge. There is only one lawgiver and judge, he who is able to save and to destroy.

Who are you to judge your neighbor?” James 4:11 And guess what all ye to the left of me and ye to the right?  When you speak badly of those who oppose your thinking, you create an environment of hate and discourse.

 But, I will love you anyway.

I will just shield myself from your arrows.

Free Spirit

I am flawed.  I am weak.  I love greatly, and feel strongly for all those around me.

I love being an American in these times.

If that’s what a free spirit is, I am happy to be a “free spirit”.

Amen, brothers, sisters, children, and friends.

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Springtime at the Old Folk’s Place…

We are a motley crew, but made it!

We are baaaack with the old folks!  787 miles in one day, translating into 18 hours & 28 minutes on the road — beautiful sunny drive, one awesome stop at our fave antique place, and then through thick rolling fog that came on over the mountains, and cloaked us all the way to the shore.  But…

The hug at the end of that long journey?  Yah, that was worth it.

We “brought” hubby this time who worked from the back seat using a “hot spot thingy” for the most part (even though we are on vacation, ahem).

Wait! Clarification: Hubby and I had planned this trip, but Twinsie asked Hubby if she could tag along, and how could he resist her?  So, technically, we brought twinsie along. But, before Rick “started his work day” (we left at 4:30 am) we listened to songs on his playlist.  Love songs that are about “us”, (be still our hearts) songs that shaped all of us from the sixties and seventies, songs that had us rocking and rolling so much that our Fitbits went WONKY, mine personally declared that I walked up 23 flights of stairs, from clapping, arms pumping to music, and other impressive moves, if I do say so myself…

Just imagine what the occupants of our car looked like as we tootled on down the Interstate singing “Sister Golden Hair” at the top of our lungs while car dancing?

Joy.  Crazy love.  Crazy love joy.   Heading towards Daddio and the Old Folk’s Place. A little like heaven with older people in it.  🙂