This one is posted in respect for Susan at HumanityRefreshPress. Visit if you want a glimpse of some real strong love. (I’ve found it on other blogs also but this one really spoke to me.)
from July 2014
A staunch woman’s lib. supporter in my teens, I was intent to do anything a man (or boy) could do from drinking whiskey to off-loading delivery trucks ( I was pretty good at it too!) There were lots of things to fight for back then in the 60’s, equal pay and opportunities were a far off dream and I was proud I gained my degree place in the “manly” art of sculpture against tough masculine competition.
Another movement began; strange they called themselves feminists as they seemed to want to copy or compete in male behavior. This caused me to question my feelings. I didn’t want to be a “dumb blond” or a second class citizen, but I also didn’t really want to be a man. Though I didn’t let on I rather enjoyed being courted with flowers and chocolate, to have gentlemen open doors and carry things for me…
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This effected me profoundly because it was posted by my Nepalese friend living and helping in the affected areas. The previous day’s post had told how they’d been returning from distributing aid in one of the worse affected villages when the second big quake rocked their bus. It must have been hugely discouraging.
I know he’s living in a tent as his home was damaged, I know some of his family’s homes are too badly damaged to repair, but I also know some of the orphans he gave his life to bringing up are likewise out helping others.
I cannot help but applaud the faith and courage of the Nepalese people. I wonder if my own would withstand such a storm.
What are your worse habits?
OK I confess! Procrastination. Sometimes I go so slow I almost stop (a reason also I don’t have a driving licence). It’s not laziness in my case (promise, fingers crossed) nor is it a lack of ability to go fast. I can move at great speed sometimes once I’m sure what I’m meant to do. No, it’s more being overly cautious, afraid of making a mistake, which can be intensely frustrating to faster souls.
Hmm… what other bad habits do I have? Putting my elbows on the table when eating, it’s just so much more comfortable. (I hate folks who lecture about this with a mouth full of food swilling around! Ugh!)
Going barefoot (I still do it as much as I can get away with) but that’s a summer only habit and personally I don’t consider that or the elbows as bad (they just happen to be some folks pet peeves).
Interrupting what someone’s saying because I just have to get that statement that’s burning my heart up out. This is a bad and unloving habit showing a lack of concern and respect that I’ve tried many times to stop with varying results, guilty as charged!
Can’t think of any others right now (had plenty of years to work on things) but if I asked my kids they probably give me a longer list LOL!
I wanted a warrior strong enough to protect me from the evils of this world, afraid of nothing, but gentle in his strength, honorable, kind, loving, upholding the weak, giving selflessly of himself for others, loving and understanding me unconditionally, without deception and (if you happen to be as wild and independent as me) the only one who could tame me, to whom I would submit, not from fear but from love and respect.
A totally unreasonable list you think? Of course! I soon discovered, under the iron plate, even the best of men are but clay like me, but I did find my knight.
It’s his birthday tomorrow!