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Self-Control and Growing Pains

I had a blog written.  It was--somewhat harsh, coming from me.  Somewhat, passive-aggressive.  And a lot hypocritical.  But mostly, honest and truth.  I'm frustrated on many accounts, but I've decided that laying it all out in the manner in which I had planned would do more damage than good; and certainly seal my fate as an unpopular blogger.  So instead, I'm going to be the change I would like to see.  I've been silently complaining about the same things time and time again.  I am a true believer of the idea that you only get to complain about something for so long before you have to A.) Do something about it or B.) Stop complaining.  No one likes a social martyr.  It's time to do some growing, and with growing comes growing pains....

Speaking of growing, there is a lot of areas that I need to grow in.  We've done a lot better at attending church lately (three Sundays in a row is something sad to feel accomplished about).  And in those three weeks, I've felt a pull in needing to grow in my faith. I have faith in knowing where I am going when I die (because I believe the debt of our sins was paid by Jesus when he died on the cross).  But I am not so sure Jesus would say "Well done, good and faithful servant."  

A few weeks ago, I was having a conversation with an acquaintance when he stated Oh I didn't know you were a Christian, you didn't strike me as the "religious" type.  I'm embarrassed to even admit that I was told this.  I felt terrible.  When I call myself a Christian, I reflect on Christians.  It is important that my character and actions reflect well so one day Jesus can tell me well done.  So I've got some work to do.  And even more growing.  Not the religious type...sheesh!  I've got some changes to make!

What else...I've been getting out of the habit of updating my blog, so I am struggling a bit.

Haley's first tooth has came through and she is trying so hard to learn how to crawl.  She is not interested in rolling, but we know she is capable of rolling both directions.  In her attempts to crawl today, she looked like and inch worm, moving...backwards.  I guess all kids learn in their own way at their own pace.  But it was pretty adorable watching her.  She is such a daddies girl.  When he walks out of the room or goes to work, she fusses.  That started a lot sooner than I anticipated.  But she is just in awe with him.  

Well that is about all I have energy for....it will be tough to grow without some sleep!

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