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!
The Divorce Chronicles Healing Takes Time: 5 things NOT to say Yes I know. Don't say it. "Terra, you share too much." Well, yes. Yes I do. I wear my heart on my sleeve. For so long I have always done what others told me. I stuffed things down. I lived my life for others. I'm 47 years old (almost 48). I will no longer live for others. At least in the sense of trying to please everyone. I don't have to hid. I don't have to feel ashamed. AND, I don't have to agree.
I'm getting ahead of myself a bit. I'll never forget the day I knew my marriage was over. May 7, 2017. 1 year, 7 months, 10 days, 11 hours, 18 minutes, 30 seconds ago to be precise (at the time I wrote this). The year before that our marriage almost ended. There was 'forgiveness' and we moved beyond. 9 months went by. I thought everything was perfect. Better than ever. That Sunday all I heard was "I tried so hard. But I just don't love you the way a man shoul…
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.
I will never forget it. I was judging!!! I watched as she absently scanned 2 lunchables, a carton of Capri-Sun, some individual applesauce pouches, a single serving of some soda product and a pack of mixed nuts. ( do you KNOW how expensive those are?? and how processed those lunchables are anyway??) Come on, wouldn't it be easier and cheaper to make a couple of sandwiches, have some reusable cups and portion containers and get virtually the same meal? Her children were a little disheveled and good god I don't think she ever brushes their hair. They were also not under control but arguing back and forth. To be honest it was rather annoying and I thought why doesn't she intervene?? But wonder of wonders, they were on electronics. They have welfare, but still have money for that apparently. She had some kind of Vera Bradley purse herself and was dressed rather nice. Then she pulled it out. That food stamp card. Too bad it wasn't still that fake looking monopoly money they use…