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On men compared to women.

It looks like they went there last night. Jenny McCarthy was featured in a segment which claimed that when it comes to sex and the libido, we women are like "slow cooking stoves" (paraphrasing). Versus men, who are--supposedly--perpetually horny.

My take on the issue?

There are definite gender differences. This is the wonder of how God made us. Yet all women and all men aren't different in the same ways.

All last night's program seemed to do was provide the media sheep out there with more food. :-/

Flawed analysis

Further to my preceding post...

20/20 mentioned the age-old "men think about sex all the time...women hardly ever" stereotype. I'm stereotyping. But you get the point.

I disagree. It reminds me of that Christian book/TV show that I encountered which states that "men are like microwaves...women are like crock pots".

I suspect others will find variations re what they do and don't identify with.

Psssssssssssst!

NEWS FLASH!!

Men and women? They're different.

Our contemporary culture is ashamed of pointing out the nuances of God's design for human beings. I kept rolling my eyes as John Stossel basically apologized for the content of tonight's 20/20.

The general public seems to be ashamed of virtually everything that the Lord created.

Sickening.

I can hear it now. TPTB at that show are going to be called "sexist" and other names...For doing nothing more than pointing out the truth.

Recognition

They say that recognizing a problem is the first step to recovery. Here's a conclusion I came to last night...

I have been angry about where God has placed me. I have allowed myself to live off of the resentment of Another. This person's sense of contempt for their circumstance has been my own.

I find myself longing for God to fill my empty spaces...

"This I know..."

Do you remember being a child in Bible School, singing, "Jesus loves me, this I know..."?

I do.

It is only now at 30, that I am coming to a greater understanding of my purpose in His world.

I believe I am here to contribute to a community of believers and to be...Busy.

That sounds simple enough. Silly, even. Yet I've lived my life the opposite way with little satisfaction. I have lived selfishly and secretly. In today's world, they overuse the terms "being a recluse" or "private person" to explain this phenomenon.

And what have I contributed to any community, let alone a Christian one? While in Toronto, for a time, I gave a bit of my time...I formed friendships with other Christians. Yet here at home? Nothing.

With God's help, that will change soon.

He is opening my eyes. For years I have been SO sure that I could not be happy unless I moved away. But bit by bit, I am learning that that is not necessarily the case.

I never thought I'd say this. But today I was at a point where I failed to see the point in forging ahead with my agenda. I actually said, "I don't think I want to leave". And who knows? Perhaps here in my small town...Maybe this is exactly where God wants me to be.

Tonight...

Was ladies' craft night at my local church. Even though I've been procrastinating re some knitting of mine, I didn't go.

I sit here sniffling. I've been blowing my nose every minute or so. I blame my absence it on my health. Yet a greater issue is called to mind.

In church...In fellowship with other Christians...I have an opportunity to embrace the fullness that the Lord wants me to claim.

I feel as though He is breaking me down, piece by piece. For, I have avoided devoting myself to a place of worship since I cam back home last year.

Who knows what Jesus has in store for me...

Food for Thought

on the recent controversy regarding Islam and the Pope. From Challies Dot Com:

"if you want to undo stereotypes the best way of doing so is not to blame a person who supposedly reinforces a negative stereotype, but in reacting in a way that different than the stereotype."

Click for more.

I want to continue feeling good about Muslims. I know better than to believe that they are altogether horrible. Yet stories such as these don't do anything to help their cause...

Begin Again.

Yesterday I went to church. It was my second consecutive Sunday in a row.

God is shaping me. Opening me up, preparing me for something.

I'm becoming His more and more each day.

Dear Jesus

It would be the sweetest dream come true
If I could use my words for You...

I would love to focus and find a way to use my abilities as a writer for the glory of God. But I have the attention span of a two-year-old.

Praying for wisdom on this...I actually started a novel years ago.

Back to me.

Or back to He.

"He" being God.

I feel like I should step up and make a commitment.

When I was in Toronto I joined a church. I completed their membership series and started attending regularly.

Here at home, I can't even get my ass out of bed on Sunday morning. There's one within spitting distance of my house. What is wrong with me?

I know I've felt bothered by what certain others think.

But the words of a friend come to mind. We were discussing a different circumstance. She noted that I'm a "grown woman". And I am.

I should only care about what GOD thinks.

Church

I really need to go.

My soul screams to know what Jesus has in store for me. But how can I know when I'm so far from Him?

Not Alone

Recently I confessed to being an adultescent. I have tried and failed more than once to obtain genuine adult status.

I do not care to share the details of my latest failure. Although for me, it was huge. And heartbreaking.

I feel as though there is only so much of me left. My adult life seems to consist of little more than dreams deferred or destroyed.

There is only one way that I know out.

An aunt of mine says I need "Divine intervention". This was not said in jest or as a cliche. And though I know she spoke the truth, I cannot help feeling 1000 shades of stupid.

We human beings are so ego-driven, it's pathetic. I hate that I keep having to return to God whenever I need help, begging, like a child. Somehow I feel so humiliated.

And yet also, I find myself relieved. None of us was meant to share the burdens of this life alone.

There is only one way out from where I am. And God holds the key.

Confession

This is, Lord willing, my last year of Adultesence. (A term I hadn't come across prior to reading The Rebelution.)

I won't go into details. But I've gotten a bit lazy about forging my own future. And I've come to regret it.

Only God can get me out of this. I hope to keep you posted...

Lord, Lord, Lord...

Who am I? What do I want? What am I really clinging to?

My most recent dream fell apart. As I look ahead, the words of a loved one come to mind. "You can't do this alone."

Indeed. It seems that the Lord remains the one I run back to, time after time.

Why do I always let myself go? Why do I keep hitting this wall?

And although I have elt myself down, He is, slowly but surely, building me back up.