Soul photos

Let's remember...

Guess what?

I like myself.

I am strong. I'm making it through this hellishly awful part of my life, and I'm holding my head high. These photos remind me of the person I really am. I don't have to identify with any of the lies I've been told, or lose myself in another person's twisted view of me anymore. It's just...good. Hard, but good.

There is still joy. There is ALWAYS joy.

Can I just say this?

Women are just as capable of being effective in ministry as men. And in my opinion there is very little biblical grounds for excluding women from church leadership. And I am shocked that so many evangelical churches still make this distinction. It's complete crap.

I'm pissed in general, and this is the thing my pissed-ness is landing on today.

It's also landing on Mark Driscoll, for similar reasons...but that happens a lot. Not a fan.

............

I talked to my mom a couple of minutes ago and she said it's like I'm having the longest period of my life--I'll be PMSing for months. So...sorry if I ever yell at you. It probably has nothing to do with you and everything to do with a certain person who happens to be in the process of exiting my life as we speak.

I think it's time to shut my mouth now and return to my glass of wine and my meaningless TV show. There is no possible way Dancing With the Stars will ever offend me, and for that I am thankful. ABC, your shallow programming is kind of saving my life right now.