Dressing Girls as Sluts

We as parents need to be very careful anymore to watch what our children are around and how they dress.


2 Corinthians 4:8-10

"We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed"

Caelin and Daddy Having a Good Time

Caelin and Scott were hving the time of their lives here. Caelin is over-tired, so torward the end he gets really cranky. This is right after Caelin's first birthday. 2 Corinthians 4:8-10 "We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed"

Urban Homsteading

I have been practicing something that I only thought of as doing what I could, what I had to. It had no name in my head. I thought of the things that I was doing as stewardship, as lowering my own bills, and of trying to get back to my own roots. I have struggled with the thought that I cannot move out of the city, I cannot move and live where I would like.
I have found a name for what I have tryed to practice. It's called Urbam Homesteading. Most people have some land, I do not. Yet I have been able to clain a small amount of footage for a victory garden. I have strung up a clothes line on my balcony, allowing me, if I am careful, to hang more than two loads. I wash my clothes in my bathtub. I save electricity this way, and use my own muscle to clean my families clothing. My husband and I bike everywhere. It saves money. No car payments, no insureance payments, no gas. It lowers pollution and allows our world to remain that much healthier.

I would like to raise rabbits for food and fertilization for my garden. I would like to have some chickens, for eggs, and the occasoinal dinner hen. I would like to have goats for milk, and weed control on the land I would like to have. I'd like a donkey. I can't do any of this. I don't have thhe money to get my own home, and my husband recently lost his job. I don't have anything I would need in order to fufil any of these things. However, I DO have my brain, and my body. I have the internet and I can think that I can do my best. I like to think that we can still call back our original calling, that is, mto be stewards of the earth. People in the city have the same God given responsibility as anyone in the country, that is, to take care of and love the earth as God's own creation.


2 Corinthians 4:8-10

"We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed"

Adoption: A Birth Mother's Perspective

I finally got in contact with my daughter. She is adopted by a family in Pendeton and is doing great. But I may not be as much. Every time I think that I am learnin to accept the fact that she is gone, and at the same time she is both my daugher and yet is not, something happens to throw me for a complete tailspin. Last night I talked to her on the phone, and the feelings inside me were rampant. I don't think I've every experienced such extreme jealousy. Every thing I heard things she's doing, evry time I was reminded that she is no longer my daughter, ters welled up inside of me and I just wanted to cry. I did cry. Big, massive, tears of loss and pain and anger over what could've been and yet never will be.

I try to be thankful for what I have, I try to remember that this was my choice. But I never wanted it for me. I wanted it for her. The choices I made because I wanted her to be safe. I wanted her to be happy and I felt like she needed to not lose another family again. I felt scared, what if I became abusive towards her? What if I followed in the parenting I was taght? I didn't want that and decided I wasn't ready for another bby. I couldn't have a child in good consience. But I loved her so much, and it kills me to think that she is never going to be my daughter. She won't feel like I'm her mom, because I'm not the one she goes to when she's hurt. I'm not the one who cares for in her times of illness.

In a way, my son is now the joy of my life. He is beatiful, fun loving, and a total ham. And when I think about her, I get kinda lost inside. I feel guilty because my son deservres me to love him for himself, and I am learning to do that, however, I think that I have a long way to go before I can fully let go and just be a parent to my son. Maybe it will never happen. I hope so, bt I know she will always be my first child, Caelin my second. Does that make me a bad person? Sometimes I wonder.

2 Corinthians 4:8-10

"We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed"