Hi! I'm Terra! Hippe, peace-loving, sensitive, idealist.
Navigating my way through life with 2 sons, one feisty, bright, and neuro-typical child, Aaron. And one brilliant scientist who is Autisitc, my older son David. Last but not least our cat Simba!
Every day is different.
This is our life.
How do you pick a leader?
This morning at Palm Sunday Service, I learned something old, that was like learning something new! Yes that can happen. You can hear something a thousand times, yet it may not "click" until one day when...
I will say in today's societal climate, this can true whether we share the same faith or not. At one point in the reading from the Christian Holy Scriptures, a few that were followers of Jesus wanted to resort to violence to silence His [Jesus] protesters. In the blink of an eye, one cut off the ear of a protester.
Jesus told them that it would stop RIGHT NOW! Basically that he'd have none of that, that it wasn't the way to spread his His message essentially.
And then Jesus did something even more amazing. He HEALED this protester. An ear restored. It would be interesting to know more on the story of the protestor, what became of him. But we don't know.
What we do know and what we learned in that instant is that the mark of GREAT and CARING leader is one of leading by example. One that stands up even for those that protest or don't agree. He set a new precedence that all leaders could learn from, even in today' time.
From a supervisor at work, to a teacher, to leaders or future leaders of towns, cities, states, countries, nations, a leader does not invoke nor condone violence to further rifts between them and those that may not like them or protest against them.
A true leader reaches out, attempts to find a common ground, maybe even leaves their peaceful mark on the protestor [in whatever form that would be.]
I would say one thing. If a leader resorts to making people feel less than worthy, allows people to be hurt while standing by, who perhaps hurt people themselves whether with word or deed, then they are not the leader to follow.
Look for the leader [in anything] that reaches out to those others would like to shun or shut up! Look for the leader that would rather get their message across via love and peace than hate and violence.
And above all, especially if we do share the same faith, we should be premium examples of this.
A 2000+ year old lesson, even more relevant today!
I so understand the sentiment.
I get it.
I appreciate the support, love, and concern.
I also know it is not true.
I am not strong.
I am not great.
I am not always doing well.
I'm not always happy.
I hide behind a smile.
I hide behind "lies" of I'm doing wonderful.
I hide behind the light of day.
I hide behind "happy" pictures posted on social media.
I hide behind "fun" times.
You don't see all the time I'm alone.
You don't see me embracing the darkness and crying myself to sleep so many nights.
You don't see me on my knees crying and cursing and pleading and making deals & bargains with the God I believe in.
You don't see the loneliness in my heart.
You don't see the endless nights.
You don't see me looking into a future that looks bleak.
Though I know encouragement is just that and can be wonderful.
I also know in the midst of pain it is cliched and trite.
These last couple of months have been one of reflection, evaluation, research, and most of all a heart for my children. I would have never dreamed how very precious, unique, and different 2 children could be. How what works for one does not for the other. One child will remain in public school, while the other child will be homeschooled! Years ago I blogged about our one room schoolhouse. Mainly it was done during the summer time time when regular school was out. I was working then so that's the only time I had plus it kept the boys busy. Now I am so thrilled that I'll be able to actually homeschool in "real school time".
So on the subject of two siblings being so different: I have my feisty, fierce, stubborn, sensitive, loving, and extroverted 7 year old, Aaron. He does not like being alone! From birth, he knew, I mean he KNEW when I stepped out of the room. Instant screaming. The child had GREAT lungs! I remember at just a few months old when they sti…
I want to say, walk away. Keep scrolling. Do not read this. Why do I feel compelled to give that warning? Because of the content. Because of various worldviews, values, beliefs that every person has. This post deals with working through the grief and the loss of my father. This post deals with memories that make me smile. And how is that bad? Or wrong? Well, it is not. To some it will be. To me, they are simply endearing memories that made my father, my father. Memories that helped shaped my love for him, my view of him, and my view of the world.
This post is my reality. Let me be honest. This post also deals with "drug" use to some degree. Pot, MJ, 420, reefer. Whatever you call it, if you feel that in all circumstances, no matter what, it should never be used then this post will not be for you.
It could cause you to look at me differently. It could cause you to have your own beliefs challenged. It could cause you to judge my father as a bad person destined for hell…