I am in Sydney. I am spending the day with my daughter. If you ask her how old she is she will say ... "I am six, but very soon to be seven." She is talking so much and I am amazed at the vocab. Her movement control in her dancing is outstanding and she has spent most of the day jumping rope ... I can't help but wonder how so much could change in such a short time. For anyone who is the non-custodial parent I am sure you get it. You are just the other person, not in your child's eyes but in your own.
She is bright, brave and beautiful.
I feel lucky that I had the opportunity to carry her in my womb for nine months.
Girl, you are a rockstar. Don't doubt it.
Jesus Was a Democrat
About Me
- raven
- Preacher's Kid ... I'm not bitter! When I was nineteen I was living across the street from the church I was attending. I was watching the elderly congregation file in for the morning service. I was struck with the realisation that there were generations of people already here before Christ, doing the right thing by God. The sick feeling of being part of another generation of pharasies more concerned with outward holiness than heart and humanity awakened me. Mine is a prodigal story. Returning to faith, knowing I needed God ... does not mean wearing church culture. Before giving me your doctrine - read the gospels. As said by Mahatma Gandhi “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
What I'm listening to
Theory of a Deadman
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