Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Church Advertisement??

I found a very interesting and really offensive post card in my mailbox yesterday.
It was for the "official launch" of a certain church.  Its apparently brand new.

The top paragraph read this, word for word.
"I know what you're thinking...Church is anything but a party. It's boring, completely irrelevant and they're just after your money. Plus you've got to dress up, follow a bunch of rules and hang out with old people singing weird songs. Who needs it?! I just don't like church!! But...What if church was different?"

Is this even REAL

It goes on and on at the bottom about how they plan to have a mechanical bull, a bouncy house, LOUD music, and an obstacle course.

OH. My bad! For some reason I must have been confused.  See I thought church wasn't supposed to be a party.  I thought you dressed well to honor God. And those weird songs??? They're beautiful and they are worshipping our Saviour!  The rules? Ummmm maybe thats  because some people believe that we are actually supposed to listen and live by the Bible?

Oh dear.  What has this world COME to!!!???

*Stepping off of soapbox*

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Blind Man...

Those of you who know me closely know I've been struggling with a few things lately.  The biggest obstacle in my life at the present has been other peoples sin.  I know. I know.  We're all sinners.  I AM a sinner.  But growing up fairly "sheltered" I've never been exposed to so many worldy sins.  Not even in college.  Its happening all around me.  And it makes me very sad.  REALLY REALLY sad.  I wrote a post recently about a very small part of it, but there is so much more.

Being a Christian is HARD.  Its hard everywhere.  But I actually do think its harder in some environments.  I have so many good friends here, and so does Tedd.  But sometimes it is hard being the one that always has the different opinion.  Its exhausting really.  People will state what they are doing, or what they plan to do and I wince.  I get sad inside.  Individuals that we know personally being primiscuous, taking advantage of the government and money, having marriages that are "too relaxed" in my opinion.  I feel like I am constantly "correcting" people.  I AM constantly saying, "thats terrible!  You can't do that.  Don't talk about that in my house." etc etc etc.  To them its normal.  But it makes me sad.

Just last night I was actually crying to Tedd about how sad I was that I don't feel like I fit in because I'm so conservative.   Everyone calls me "amish".  Everyone.  They tease me because I'm so uptight about some things.  I won't let certain tv shows be played in my home on netflix (Family Guy, American Dad etc.)  They think I'm a crazy lady.  Of course Tedd comforted me and told me that he loves me just the way I am.  I spent a lot of time in prayer last night and guess what happened!?

God answered.  Yep. He's pretty amazing like that.  As I was doing dishes and making breakfast this morning I loaded a "Focus on the Family" broadcast to listen to.  I listen to them often.  I truly believe that God had me listen to this today for a reason.  Soon after starting to listen, a pastor made this statement,

"If a blind man steps on your foot, would you be mad at him?"   
Of course not!  You would feel sympathy for him.  WOW. Let me explain.   He explained that the people in this world that do not have Jesus in their lives are "blind".  They may be "good people" but they don't "know"where they're going, don't know or don't care that what they're doing is wrong.  And as christian's it is our responsibility to LOVE them, to care about them, and to let God show himself through us.  Instead of worrying about how horrible the world is around us, we need to love them.  We need to pray for them.  We can't change things overnight.  We cannot build a brick building ourselves in a day.  So instead we day by day, lay one brick.  We lay the foundation and pray that God will work in their lives.

This probably makes no sense to anyone else. But it helped me.  I have a little more peace this morning.  I am praying to God that I can start to worry less about all of the terrible things that happen in this scary world and instead pray for and love those people just like Jesus would.

I am quite sure that I am not going to feel like I "fit in" anytime soon.  I'm sure people are still going to tease me and not understand why I am as conservative as I am, but I am okay with it.  I intend to daily pray for these people in my life, to ask God to forgive me for my daily sins, and to pray that  I can become a good enough example for them to see God working in my life.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A little late

A few weeks ago my parents came to visit for a long weekend.  We had a lot of fun!  It was filled with caves, natural bridges, natural spring, fishing, castles,  antique malls, flea markets, the old stagecoach shop, and museums.  

Mom and Dad

Dad holding Calvin.  Calvins eyes look evil lol

Tedd found something he wanted at the flea market haha

She's a tad bit excited about this booth!


The old World War II barracks

Our friend had to make an unexpected trip to the hospital so we watched Miss Jalissa.  Such a sweetie!

Dad and his Christmas gift (j/K)

Next to the helicopter

I think he may have an obsession 

At HaHa Tonka

At the castle ruins

Of course he's strong enough to hold up tons of rock ;)

Under the bridge
Thanks for visiting mom and dad! Its nice to see family :)

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

So Odd...

This week has been filled with so many random moments where I look from left, and then to the right and say, "Is this real?".  As a side note, my  Brittney is who got me started saying that.  Its one of the best sayings ever as it can be used in virtually any situation. ;) In fact I only wish I had a medal or certificate of randomness to personally award this week.

Have I lost you yet?

I was wondering the other day why back in Indiana children call adults by their first name.  And here I am not longer "Jessica" to small children.  Instead I am "Miss Jessica".  Every single time someone introduces me to a child they say, "this is Miss Jessica".  Wierd, right? Is that a southern-ish thing?  Is my grammer (or lack thereof) about to make you vomit?  Its after midnight, cut me some slack.

My spirits have been up and down this week.  I have been pretty upbeat the whole week.  We are getting a lot of new information about Tedd being gone.  Its stressful.  There are so many things you don't ever really want to have to discuss with your spouse that we have to discuss.  You really can't know what you are going to feel like until you are faced with it. Ok I'll stop talking about that.

I've also had my moments where I just can't really take peoples drama.  Example.
I came in contact with a guest at work this week.  He was in the army.  He was a spoiled brat.  I deal with this often.  He decided to voice his opinion with me about not being able to hook his gaming system up to wireless internet and how he wasn't happy with the hotel for this reason.
I put on my best "Bless your Heart" smile and this is what came out of my mouth..."Hmmm well it COULD be worse.  You COULD be in open bay barracks.  Or you COULD be getting shot at sleeping in a tent, in Iraq or Afganistan."  The sweet smile never left my face. LOL  By the way, she shut up after that.  :)   I know it may sound mean but you are in the Army...and they are putting you up in a hotel!  Count your blessings!

Have I ever mentioned that when you pull into cracker barrell at 9am on Wednesday to meet your friend for breakfast that it may scare you (only slightly) when 2 white SUV's pull up, at least 10 guys in suits jump out in sunglasses and are all talking into their shirt collars and looking around like they're expecting a JUST might make you think about Waffle House instead. (Holy run-on sentence batman)  It was kinda crazy.  I've never seen anything like it that wasn't a movie.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Dear America,

Do you remember me? I’m a military wife. The one who may or may not have a bumper sticker, an accent and an Army Wife t-shirt. My social security number, marriage license, driver’s license and car registration were all issued in different states. I am a product of my environment which means I love a Texas Longhorn burger but I still really miss my Maine lobster. I’m the one who takes too many pictures because I know once we leave here, we will never walk this way again.

I am also the one who will soon be left behind to wait. The one who will cross off 365 days and turn the calendar twelve times. I am the one who will struggle with 2am and unopened pickle jars. The one who will cry secretly and smile bravely. I am the one who will be able to tell you exactly what time it is in Korea and how long it takes for a letter to come. I’m the one who will spend the next year talking to a computer screen and sleeping on the wrong side of the

I know what you’re thinking. It’s the same thing everyone thinks. He’ll miss Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, our birthdays and anniversary. He’ll miss a graduation, Easter, Super Bowl and 4th of July. Regardless how important those things are, they are just events. You know that they are coming and you can prepare, mentally and emotionally.

As much as I’m dreading the events he’ll miss, I’m dreading the moments even more. Those you cannot prepare for. They come without warning. They will be found in the frantic Monday morning when nothing will make me smile but a “Hi Baby” text. They will be in the long hours before dawn when I want to reach across and find him sleeping. They will be found in the Friday night movies I’ll want to share with him and the lazy Sunday afternoons. They will arrive as quickly as a summer thunderstorm or the first blooms of spring. They will be there when I realize I don’t have to buy hot sauce for a year. When the Steelers lose (and they WILL lose) and when the snow cone stand opens again. It will be my cold feet missing his warm ones. It will be the silence that comes at night instead of the steady sound of his breathing. Yes, the moments will most certainly be the hardest.

So when you see me, remember that. It’s not the big days that I will miss him the most. It’s the every days. Don’t ask me about the holidays, birthdays or graduation because I’ll have a plan for those. Ask me how I’m doing on the every day and if the tears come please understand. It’s not every day that I’ll let them fall.

An Army Wife