Confessions of this Gal's Sinful Heart

B ullying is a huge topic these days and rightfully so.  Too many of our children and teens have been hurt, taunted, terrified and tortured by these so called bullies.  However, bulling doesn't stop at children, lately I've begun to notice that grown ups have their own brand of this horrible behavior and it has got to stop !  I just want to know why people think it's okay to spread rumors, talk behind someones back and make others feel terribly uncomfortable in their presence.  These people tend to believe that their behavior is justified but ignore the fact that in actuality they are being nothing but a no good Jesus' hating bully.  That's right I said it, a Jesus hatin' B.U.L.L.Y!   When someone tries to intimidate another person out of the environment that they spend time in whether it be a neighborhood, job, organization or church said person is playing bully.    What's worse...

I t was the summer of 1985  my best friend just got a brand new Nissan 300zx for her birthday.  Fast cars, and fast friends that was the crowd that I hung with; a young teen on the brink of loosing her innocence.  His name was John.  He was mildly handsome and very flirtatious and for a girl like me who was craving attention, he fit the bill.  It didn't matter that my friend had been seeing him, I liked him and I was going to be his.  By the end of the summer I got my wish.  When school started so did the pressures of being "in love".  He said he loved me too so it was okay; he was the one.  My friends pressured me too; pressed me into doing what I knew I wasn't ready for.  I gave in anyway.  The breakup came three months later.  My parents discovered the truth and so they wouldn't let me see him anymore.  My heart broke as I picked up the phone for the last time to speak to John, "I'm sorry but m...

If you grew up in the 80's like I did you may remember a song by Planet Patrol called Cheap Thrills.  Cheap Thrills mean nothing...they will tear your soul apart .  Well I've learned this lesson the hard way.  The school I grew up in taught me if somethings broke don't fix it just buy a new one.   Cheap Thrills .  Spend money on lottery tickets.  Cheap Thrills .  Upgrade your car every few years.  Cheap Thrills .  New Clothes for every vacation.  Cheap Thrills etc.... Growing up in that kind of environment conditioned me to think that money was the only thing that mattered.   I never really put a value on money or how much stuff cost.  If I wanted something I bought it. Now that kind of philosophy might lead one to believe that I grew up in a family with means.  Not so; I grew up in a family that had nothing, but, good credit.  We could pay if off on a cc or make monthly payments so we'...

Before I post my next confession let me just say: I'm back baby!  I've have taken a tiny sabbatical from blogging for the last month, one, because I have been preparing for my speaking engagement at the Women's Ministry event last Saturday, and two,  because the Lord has been working on me in some areas of my life.  In fact because of some of my confessions God has sought fit to "deal" with me. : )  It's all good and I am making progress but there's been quite a bit of growing pains along the way.  For example, in previous posts I've confessed that:, I want to get away, and God's forced me to face some huge issues in my life that I've been avoiding.  I've also confessed that I don't do confrontations, and in this short month I've been faced with three of the largest confrontational experiences of my life!  Additionally I've confessed that I need to clean up this mess and get myself well.  Consequently, God has reve...