Thursday, October 30, 2008


Lately I've been judging people. They have done things that make my life difficult so I declare them guilty as charged. And off they go to my mental prison, never to be trusted again, unless they can prove to me they won't make my life difficult. I forgive them and I will forget the hurt over time, but I will hopefully always remember their actions so they and others can't hurt me in that same manner again.

Is this the right thing to do? We all have to protect ourselves to a certain extent from those that mean to continually do us harm. I don't like to categorize, or write people off. I am never one who likes to judge, but I find myself putting people
behind bars. Is this healthy? I'm not one who likes to put up walls, but lately I feel like I own the largest construction company in the world.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Minnesota Crime Commission

Even though I think Asher is the best behaving infant any parent could ever ask for, I know what lies ahead (terrible 2's) and the only way to curtail that and on through his teenage years is through instruction. This quote from the Minnesota Crime Commission regarding child rearing might seem a little extreme, but without
instruction and consequences I know I would of been a menace to society:

"Everybody starts life as a little savage. He is completely selfish and self-centered. He wants what he wants, when he wants it - His bottle, his mother's attention, his playmates toys, his uncle's watch. You deny him these once and he seethes with rage and aggressiveness which would be murderous were he not so helpless. His is dirty and knows no morals, doesn't know anything, and has no developed skills... This means that all children are born delinquent. If permitted to continue in their self-centered world of infancy, given free rein to their impulsive actions to satisfy each want - every child would grow up to be a criminal, thief, killer or rapist."

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Asher Week 14

Hospice House

On many occasions a sadness comes over me when I work in the hospice house. At first I thought it was seeing all the people alone in their rooms, some just being kept alive by machines and others watching TV alone. But today when entering the hospice house the same sadness came over me, but my thoughts changed from the loneliness to the thought of them not coming to any solid conclusions on what they truly believed about their existence.

On my death bed whether I'm right or wrong I want to be solid in my faith and what I believe about my existence. I want to be satisfied about my belief of GOD. I don't want to be indecisive regarding anything in my life that truly mattered. From what i believe when I fall flat on my face meeting my creator for the first time, I want to truly say I tried to the best of my ability to fulfill His desire for my life.