tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55670384312421053662011-04-21T21:02:01.998-05:00Here are my thoughts, for what they're worth. I am the sum of my passions - my faith, my family, homeschooling, eating healthy, green choices and eco-living. If you're here, you're going to get an earful.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856435060552465712noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567038431242105366.post-47671633946672686582007-05-09T23:17:00.000-05:002007-05-10T00:16:29.218-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w191/mevinan/tummytime3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w191/mevinan/tummytime3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><h4>Psalm 127</h4> <p> <span id="en-KJV-16123" class="sup">1</span>Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. </p><p> <span id="en-KJV-16124" class="sup">2</span>It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. </p><p> <span id="en-KJV-16125" class="sup">3</span>Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. </p><p> <span id="en-KJV-16126" class="sup">4</span>As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. </p><p> <span id="en-KJV-16127" class="sup">5</span>Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5567038431242105366-4767163394667268658?l=lutheranchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856435060552465712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567038431242105366.post-72649114804982887762007-05-09T22:59:00.000-05:002007-05-10T00:16:52.036-05:00I was a cradle-Catholic, though never-ever a very good one. Even though I grew up in Catholic schools, and never really knew any non-Catholics, in 8th grade I decided to not get confirmed. I was the 2nd child to do that in the history of my teacher's career, which spanned MANY years. It was a rarity, and my mother didn't talk to me for two weeks after I told her.<br /><br />Fast forward to high school - a public school, surrounded by religions. I was always drawn to the more extreme expressions of faith, such as the Assembly of God and any type of Pentecostal church. I attended one of our city's largest non-denominational churches with a Charismatic slant, ditching Catholic Mass to go there as soon as I could drive, without my parents knowledge.<br /><br />I considered myself Agnostic for a while, since it was the cool thing to do, then ended up getting elected the president of our school's bible club the next year. I had NO idea of what to do with that, and no one was willing to help me. My flirtation with Christianity was brief that year, especially since I broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years, met someone new and got pregnant before graduation.<br /><br />My new husband was a Lutheran, of the ELCA variety. We have, in our 7 years together, church hopped across the city. But now, after escaping from a Purpose Driven Church, we are finally back where we belong - in a Lutheran church. The One True Church? Probably not. But it's for us.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5567038431242105366-7264911480498288776?l=lutheranchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856435060552465712noreply@blogger.com0