Dirty Dancing

Finally, the end of a very hard work week if here, and its time to rest.  But after going all out all week long, I find I'm restless and still need to keep going.  

Today, I decided to compromise and put Dirty Dancing on the TV.  I puttered around in my kitchen, straightened up the living room, and enjoyed all the classic music.  Most of its pretty mellow, definitely not ACDC rock!  

But the line that stuck with me today was Baby saying "Me?  I'm scared of everything. ... and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling for the rest of my life the way I feel when I'm with you."  Those are powerful words, and puts into perspective how we thought about things when we were teens. 

From my perspective this late in life, I've learned that you can love many people in your lifetime, each of them different and unique in their own way. 

You'll carry those memories with you, and some will stand out more than others.  My first real love was Ronnie.  Unless you count Michael.... we were in second grade..  haha..  My last love was intense like Baby's feelings in the movie.  Its been more than 15 yrs and I still carry those feelings for Chuck,  my cowboy.

Hang on to your memories, they are treasures!!

Counting My Blessings

You can take the gal out of the church, but you can't take the church out of the gal.  I was raised going to church. Every Sunday; we never missed, we didn't skip church to watch football, or socialize, or even take a Sunday to be lazy.  

My first husband was not churched. I didn't think it important at the time, but it turns out, that mattered.

I continued church every Sunday with my own kids, although we switched from the Lutheran services I had as a kid, and went to a Pentecostal church. My second husband attended this church. I thought it would be better .... but he cheated, marriage didn't work.  As a result, I was mad.  And my anger led me to being mad at God because He allowed this to happen.  

I ran from church, hooked up with someone else, still didn't work.  It's taken me a long to come around full circle, to realize my anger shouldn't have been directed toward God.  Whatever my ex's reasons for cheating were partially due to me, we all play a part, it takes two, etc.  And maybe there was a reason in his own life path that had nothing to do with me.  For whatever reason, I finally put it all in the past.  

It's taken me some time to renew the church feelings inside me; they're still there, never went away, they were just ... idle.  Now that I've turned back to Christian music, listening to sermons when I can, I feel better now than in the past.  It helps to focus on the little things, counting my blessings.  I'll still have moments where I dwell or regret the past, but I'm so thankful I'm not in that place any more.

"One, two, three, up to infinity. I'd run out of numbers before I could thank You for everything.  The more that I look in the details, the more of Your goodness I find.  I will keep counting my blessings, knowing I can't count that high."   (Seph Schlueter song -- listen if you can!)