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Scathed : Please Send Fudge.

It's been a tough year for me. I have been scathed. My Pop was injured shortly after his birthday in January and died in November. My sister was diagnosed with bilateral breast cancer two days before she flew out to bring Pop to the mainland in the hopes of finding him resources that would aid his recovery. I have been forced to jump through hoops to satisfy folks regarding my disability. I could go on and on but trust me, I have been scathed. Repeatedly. As I sit at my computer under the influence of the medications that make living with degenerative disc disease, herniated discs and cervical spinal stenosis bearable, I have been reflecting on a few things- mostly concerning stuff in the media. Here are some things I have jotted down in no particular order. They were all fodder for stuff I might write. Remember...rambling is not organized, rambling is ... well... rambling.

I am glad the Chilean miners were rescued. I live in a coal mining state and have come to appreciate the danger inherent in the job. I have also come to appreciate the simplicity of life in the Appalachians, if you can call survival/subsistence life simple. The poverty here is amazing. I am well blessed.

Speaking of dangerous jobs, I watch Deadliest Catch, fascinated by the relationships and tensions between men who work in such unforgiving conditions. I don't know that I will continue to watch since Captain Phil Harris died. He was my favorite person, though the men on the Time Bandit are fun. However, I will be compelled to try watching to see how Captain Phil's sons are doing.

This year I have kept a dirty secret. Sarah Palin fascinates me. I mean fascinates. I hate that I like her as she is sometimes too...too... whatever it is that she is... but I can't get enough.

I hope Kate and William have every happiness but really, do I have to be subjected to the press lauding every move they make? For instance does their decision not to live with servants and butlers makes them candidates for sainthood? Really? Not impressed here, but I know I will know way too much about them soon. I already do.

I think President Obama has the responsibility to lay his citizenship issues to rest. Ignoring those who claim he isn't a natural citizen makes it seem he has something to hide. I am bone weary of politicians who have stuff to hide. Instead of reporting on the opinions of his detractors and supporters... why not do some investigative journalism and just give us some evidence if our POTUS wont.

I am a conservative who does not care for Rush Limbaugh nor Glenn Beck. How do I reconcile that with my Sarah Palin thing?

I am sick to death of the homosexual agenda for 'rights.' If what two consenting adults do in their bedroom is none of my business, why do you insist on bringing it to my attention and cramming it down my throat.

I want a return to journalism and no more sensationalism in my news. Are there any real journalists left?

I want so called "Moderate Muslims" to speak out against the radicals of Islam. Quit hiding behind us infidels. Quit coming to the US to find your freedom and keeping quiet when we are targeted for the very freedoms you are enjoying.

Lindsay Lohan has the unfortunate experience to be the 'town drunk' at a time where media makes bad news travel fast and continuously. Glad I wasn't a celeb when I was young and stupid... or old and crazy like now.

I do not like Joy Behar. I do like Sharon Osbourne.

I do not care for Beth Moore. Give me some rock solid bible teaching women like Martha Peace, Elyse Fitzpatrick, Nancy Leigh DeMoss, Marry Kassian, Carol Ruvolo... and Carla Rolfe. We'll see if Carla really reads my blog. I think she is one of three. Carla, like I said... Adams was wrong. The answer to almost everything is 42. The answer to being scathed is definitely fudge.

I have wonderful friends/siblings in Christ who helped me get to California to see one of my kids, my grandson and to be there for my Pop's memorial. Friends are not a cure for being scathed but they are certainly a balm for a battered soul. I recommend you cultivate some great friends. I don't believe in luck or I would say I don't know how I got to be so lucky. My friends are proof of God's mercy to me. Trust me, I am not that nice. People should believe me when I say that you shouldn't ask my opinion if you just want someone to agree with you.

I am considering taking my blogging more seriously and potentially in a different direction. Not to fear, I am not apostatizing. Just trying to figure out why I write and what it is I am really hoping to accomplish. If anyone reads this far and has suggestions about topics, changes or venues. I'd like to hear them. I'd like to have more respectful dialog here. Meanwhile, be encouraged. Our hope is in the Lord!

Isa 35:3-10
3 Encourage the exhausted, and strengthen the feeble.
4 Say to those with anxious heart, "Take courage, fear not. Behold, your God will come {with} vengeance; the recompense of God will come, but He will save you."
5 Then the eyes of the blind will be opened, and the ears of the deaf will be unstopped.
6 Then the lame will leap like a deer, and the tongue of the dumb will shout for joy. For waters will break forth in the wilderness and streams in the Arabah.
7 And the scorched land will become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; in the haunt of jackals, its resting place, grass {becomes} reeds and rushes.
8 And a highway will be there, a roadway, and it will be called the Highway of Holiness. The unclean will not travel on it, but it {will} be for him who walks {that} way, and fools will not wander {on it}
9 No lion will be there, nor will any vicious beast go up on it; these will not be found there. But the redeemed will walk {there}
10 And the ransomed of the LORD will return, and come with joyful shouting to Zion, with everlasting joy upon their heads. They will find gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.


Marty said…
Happy new year Rosemarie! I chuckled a bit reading this post as some of it sounds just like stuff in my head :-)
jen said…
I really think it would be nice to see your name listed in your section of women's writers you enjoy to read... I think you should write for publishing. I know you like to "see" the fruits of your work in the lives of the women you mentor, but I do believe you have all of the talents required to be a great writer in permanent print. God allows lots of folks to be published, but not all of them actually have the gifts. In my opinion, you do.

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