Archive for the ‘Good News’ Category
Usually when people say, “No News is Good News” they’re referring to that if you haven’t heard something about say a loved one who’s in the hospital, then you can safely assume they’re alright. But today I’m talking about the fact that there’s never any GOOD news. There is NO good news anymore. Day before yesterday, there was a guy killed at my husband’s work. A 3-ton i-beam fell on this poor guy. Yesterday, there was a 6 year old killed in Connecticut in a tree chipper. Horrible, horrible tragedy. As a mother, my heart goes out to that family and it brings me to tears to think of it. A few weeks ago, a local 3 year old was diagnosed with a Wilm’s tumor.
My husband, who was raised in church–going twice every Sunday and every Wednesday evening, has begun to doubt the presence of God. What kind of “merciful”, great God allows these types of things to happen? What kind of Almighty power allows a child abuser to continue to abuse that child. Time and time again, mind you…while an innocent 6 year old gets shredded to bits for nothing more than being a child and helping his daddy. People get to have kids just to leave them in a trash can, while others who want, wish and PRAY for a child can’t conceive or even carry a child to term.
I haven’t been sure for awhile now WHAT I believe as far as “God” is concerned. I’m pretty sure I didn’t evolve from a piece of mold or even a monkey (though they are adorable!). BUT WHY does He let the things happen that he does?
Anyway, this wasn’t supposed to be a post debating religion or the presence (or lack of) a God. (I’ll go to the Wiccan side of things any day with a Goddess if we must decide) Rather, it was a post about the lack of Good news. I want some good news. Anyone have any to share? I think I’ll make my own good news. Wanna hear? No matter how insignificant it seems in the world today, here goes…
I have TWO beautiful, happy, healthy children. I have a loving, awesome husband who works hard everyday to provide a home and food for me and my children. A husband who loves me and will stand by me for all the days of my life. My dad, who will celebrate his 77th birthday in June, is still alive and KICKING. And I do mean kicking. He and a friend of his just changed a motor in his truck! Go figure. He’s still healthy, despite high blood pressure (that, if you know my dad, comes from the Ginevan temper more than anything-<snicker>). And he’s still stubborn as a damn mule. And he can (and will) still kick my ass if I get that nose piercing I’ve wanted forever. He also still doesn’t like my tattoos, but loves me anyway!
We are not rich by any means and have to stretch our dollars until they scream, but I get to stay home and be Mommy to my kids. I’m here when they need me.
Oh! And the sun came up this morning. I got to wake up and spend the day with my kids and my goofy, loving (not-so) mean pitbull. Beautiful (but chilly) West Virginia days. They’re worth good news!
One last note? As much as I complain about hating the damn town I’m forced to live in right now, I’m grateful for it. That little 3 year old with cancer? Every one in this town has come together for him. To help his parents pay all those medical bills that are piling up just to try to save their little one’s precious life. To give them strength, to pray for them. If for no other reason, I’m proud of this itty bitty rinky dink hellhole of a town for that one thing.
Share some of your good news! (Don’t bash me on the whole religion thing, though. MY blog, remember? MY opinion.)
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