If I offended you . . . . .

This morning I got up, wished I could be every where that I needed or wanted to be and put this shirt on. I don't know if it was prophetic, wishful thinking, self fulfilling or what , but it was the right one to wear! All kinds of annoying things happened all day and then my daughter called. . . .

As we were talking about this and that (I have no idea what) she mentioned that I had put something a little "political" on my blog . . . . there was the tiniest bit of a tone in her voice. What . . I don't have a brain . . . I can't have an opinion . . . ? Well, if you know me, that put a burr under my saddle! I am married to Jon after all! ( I blame him, it's all his fault, before he came into my life, I voted for the cutest one)

If it offended anyone, sorry, I guess you will just have to accept that I am a many faceted person. I love fun, I love to horse around, I love practical jokes, OK mainly pulling them on others . . . I love all kinds of people and associating with them, I love being around many opinions and the discussions they can stimulate, I love the freedom to express my opinions. I admire and appreciate those who can express what I would like to say, and find myself inadequate. I receive emails on a daily basis that are militant, just as radical as the radicals are, hair raising and threaten to burst my lovely little bubble.

I also love to have those sweet spiritual moments that allow me to be fed by His love, that help me get through one day and get on to the next. I love the gospel in which I was raised that has help me live a life of true joy and lasting happiness. I thank a kind, loving Heavenly Father who allowed me to come to earth to a family who could give me the opportunities to grow up in the church that has taught me to think of others, serve others, find a helpmate who would not only support me in this lifestyle, but encourage me and serve by my side. At the same time, I have been exposed to many other cultures, religions, groups and circumstances that I could have chosen to follow. These experiences strengthened my resolve to take the path my parents showed me through their examples.

He also blessed me to live in a land of freedom, where I have been able to make my own choices, exercise my own God given free agency according to my own conscience, and live with the consequences of those same choices. I have often thought of those who situations don't allow them to worship openly and freely, whose life's choices are determined by others. I can only try to imagine what that must be like and thank heavens, I don't know what it is really like.

Now that I have spouted off, please pardon me, love me anyway and remember it's Jon's fault, he is the one who taught me to think . . . . and boy does it bug him when I don't agree with him . . . but then, I am all his fault!

Yes, he does check this blog quite often. Mainly to see if he needs to post a disclaimer, he says . . . and edit it . . . of course . . . he says little, but it is fun to watch him and look into his eyes to see what is going on in that lovely soul of his. Can you tell that I am missing him right now?