The Program Team found a box of Christmas goodies and look what happened! I love them 🎄🎁
Thank you so much, Mack and Kelsey!
The goods have been delivered! Pet Secret Santa was so much fun! :)
Can’t wait for Mack to get his!
Enjoy your Christmas prezzies, you adorable little (and big) fur babies!!
After two separate conversations that have happened in my life recently, I’m in a weird place.
Conversation #1 came from a workshop that our whole staff took part in last week. This workshop challenged us to really think about being inclusive to all people, with our words, actions, and so forth. We talked about some really challenging & heavy things. How to end lots of different ‘isms’ - sexism, racism, ageism, heterosexism, ableism, etc. During an activity in our session, one of my co-workers let it be well known by his blatant [and very rude] choice of words that he was definitely in support of some of those ‘isms’ mentioned above. In his words, he wants ‘all of his boys to grow up to be strait, white, wealthy, not disabled, and good looking so they bring home pretty girls only.’ Insert my jaw dropping to the floor, and my blood beginning to boil. He was serious… He said this in front of our whole staff, which includes an openly gay man, a LOT of women, and a young lady with special needs. I understand differing viewpoints on things, and I totally accept that some may read the Bible differently than I do [or not at all], but the way he said it was degrading to so many people. After that conversation, I can’t be in the same room as him.
Conversation #2 happened today on a way smaller scale. This comment came from a church worker friend of mine. I can’t remember what we were talking about be he went OFF to me about youth sports on Sunday mornings. “That’s what’s wrong with the Church today - people put athletics first, and not God!” …….Um, Hi. Kelsey here. How do you NOT know that I’ve been a volleyball coach for 9 years, and most tournaments are Sundays?! Also - who says you have to worship ONLY on Sundays? The Church is changing, my friend, jump on board. Anyway, insert more boiling blood here.
In both conversations, I started to really despise these people - hating the way they think.
Then I got to thinking….
Have I become SO open and accepting that I’m turning closed and judgmental towards those with differing opinions?
Am I SO anti-hate, that I start hating those who aren’t?
Because I hate the guy from conversation #1 now. I really do. I hate the things he said, and the way he views the world.
But at the same time, I try so hard to be someone who is accepting of all people, no matter where they come from.
Welcome to my brain.
In any event, being truly loving and accepting of ALL people is hard. It is really, freaking, hard. Because that means I have to act loving and gracious even towards those people who really piss me off with their close mindedness and hate for others.
I’m not sure how to move forward with this weird place I’m in. But I’ll try. I’ll try to listen to people’s rants from a loving and gracious place. I’ll try to smile at you when you say something that cuts me to my core, instead of cussing you out. I’ll try to defend myself in a non-confronting, loving way.
I’ll try. I really will. But it’s hard. Can anyone really truly, honestly say that they are open and accepting of everyone?
If so, give me some pointers, because I am in a weird place.
Office selfie of the day!
Let me tell you what’s happened today so far:
- I overslept big time. I went to bed at 8:30 last night [this is not a lie] and still overslept. How?! Beats me. This sent me in a mad dash to get ready for work, which = a less than pleasant Kelsey.
- I finally get into my Jeep, and the garage door wouldn’t close. I sat in my driveway for a solid 5 minutes watching the thing go up & down before I finally just left it open and called my husband to whine.
- I got Larry the Liberty’s oil changed a couple weeks ago, and my oil light still goes on every time I slow down or am idle. There’s a short somewhere, and Larry was dinging at me all 40 minutes to work.
- THEN, as if being late and unstoppable dinging aren’t annoying enough, my driver’s side windshield wiper fluid stops coming out, something is frozen. Needless to say, I can’t see jack as I’m driving - so I had to stop twice to clear off my windshield so I can see. Awesome.
- AND THEN, I get to work - 45 minutes late - settle in my office, and start heading upstairs to get my morning coffee when someone tells me the coffee maker is BROKEN. I about cried right then and there. Thankfully, we found a small pot downstairs, and I just took my first sip of magic. The world isn’t ending after all.
- Now, time to get to work. Meetings galore today, which will make the day go fast. And a pop of neon to [hopefully] help keep my eyes open.
Forever unimpressed while watching his mother jam out to Christmas music as she cleans. #sorrynotsorry