Oops.. I did it again…

I knew I shouldn’t have done it. But I did.. oops, now here I am, again, having sat at the computer past my ‘allotted time’. And as for being on the blog, yikes, I was only going to check to see if this week’s photo challenge had been posted yet. But, there were a few notifications (hmmm sounds alot like FB… notifications, good links to check out, articles to read, videos to watch… translation=time!) and one of them was a blog I don’t think I’d checked out until today.

So here I am writing once again. My heart is not really that heavy, I’m not really feeling all that sad or depressed, and yet, I think I could sit down and cry. The post was a question regarding the start up of a parenting go-to blog. “Was it necessary” or a “good idea”? Heck yeah! 🙂  Kudos to this mom. She was drafted (though it may look more like she was drug into) into the darker side of the world of todays teens. I almost qualified that statement to American teens, but then I remembered, I’ve talked to a few and they were not American. 

This mom, has been introduced to the nightmare toooooo many teens and children call life. EVERYDAY life. Some are bullied – mostly by their peers, but too often also by the very people who they’re supposed to look up to or be protected by. That in itself is a created nightmare – one that is pretty much inescapable. Some live in what we would normally consider abusive situations. Some live with more pressure than their young minds and innocent hearts were created to deal with. In short… pain. These young people live with too much stress and heartache and it produces pain. The pain is real. The pain, too often becomes just too overwhelming. 

That pain begins to have a life of it’s own, and one does either everything they can to feed it, or kill it and almost always, hide it – especially from those who love them. None of these are helpful, nor healthy and only lead to an increase of more and more pain and the by products thereof. 

I will not belabor this any further, it needs no glorification. But it is real, and it’s past time that is known. People need compassion and to treat each other at the very least humanely, regardless of age. 

In anycase… KUDOS to the mom who wrote this post, and in the midst of her own dealings, had the overriding view that in the process, people could get together and help one another. It sure is a lot more productive than just expressing our hurts, fear, frustrations etc.  Good for her. Good for her, and those like her. 

We have no idea, just what deep reserves we each have, way down deep within us, that can be called upon to do great and awesome things, just when we least expect it. 🙂

Welcome to Reconstruction!!

Hello, Hello, Hello – this is a misplaced post from my Mission’s blog. How it ended up here… I do not know! So, I’m just going to remodel it a bit and leave it here anyway. You can check out that blog @http://alifeinhishandsmissionpossible.wordpress.com/

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So much has changed down in our part of Nica in the last year. So, this blog, like the ministries of Mateo 5:16 has been undergoing some remodeling and reconstruction. I’ve been waiting for my supplies before rebuilding (updates on changes!). Now that a bit of time has passed, and the ministry has switched a few gears, I have a bit more up-to-date info. Because of the depth of the changes, I find myself in need of an almost total reconstruction, or even possibly a demolition! This thought actually crossed my mind! But I’ve put hours and hours into this blog, especially in regards to learning the how tos! Plus pictures!

So, hold on tight, and renovations take time, and sometimes to not go according to plan. Even last night, I found out there was an error that needed to be fixed, as well as a missing piece of the puzzle, so I scratched yesterday’s post and temporarily a whole page. Wow, pages can be a bugger to edit. Change one little thing, like add a paragraph, and a whole gallery disappears! Though this make take more time than I would have liked, and starting over being almost tempting, I shall push through!

Thanks for coming along for the ride!