They’re not the same thing.
In fact, loving someone pretty much requires rejection at times – boundaries, standards… You’re just not going to be okay with your friend smoking crack; if you’re okay with them doing harm to themselves, you don’t really care about them.
Accepting someone’s LGBTQ lifestyle is the same thing.
I’m really starting to feel bad about how hard it’s getting for them to understand what I want…they’ve never had a client like me before, and they don’t know what to do!
Two things have happened in the past couple of weeks that have resulted drama and almost-drama respectively because they don’t get me. Actually three. First, they gave me inaccurate/incomplete information about my lab results. They were complaining about my hemoglobin…I looked it up and my hemoglobin was fine…so I asked why it concerned them, what they were basing their judgments and recommendations on, sent them a PDF of the study I’d found that said slightly lower hemoglobin was associated with healthier babies…
HOLY CRAP. They hated me for that.
*GASP*
I said Black Panther was racist! That’s the most racist thing ever! I must hate black people!
Well, let’s back up and talk about the good stuff first, the I’ll get into how the movie treated white people and what I think of that.
I may have gotten into trouble with some Facebook friends yesterday…
You see, I got something in the mail that I didn’t appreciate very much, and I complained about it.
Formula samples.
And I think some people thought I was bashing formula, or bashing moms who can’t breastfeed, or something like that. I wasn’t. The subject of my irritation was the companies who market it to vulnerable new moms, swaying them away from what could be one of the greatest gifts of motherhood – breastfeeding.
It’s the best place to start, right?
If you’re building something, you start from the very very bottom and go up – the foundation comes first. What’s your foundation?
What is the one thing on which you base your worldview, the lens through which you view and interpret everything around you? How do you determine what’s real, what’s important, what’s fiction, what’s superfluous? What determines your doctrines, your convictions, and your preferences – are where you draw the lines between those categories?
I can tell you what mine is – the Word of God.
Hello, everyone, and welcome to The Balanced Barefooter, a.k.a. The Blog That Will Offend Literally Everyone.
First things first – allow me to introduce myself. My name is Aeryn – it’s just like Erin, only cleverer – and I’m lots of different things that don’t all make sense to other people, but primarily a Jesus-follower, an intellectual, a wife, soon a mom (yay!), naturally-minded, overly ambitious, and disorganized.
I am a certified therapeutic riding instructor for individuals with disabilities, but due to a recent focus on getting married and starting a family, not currently working. My plan is to get back to it as a volunteer in the next few weeks, and start turning it into a career about a year from now.
What I am doing at this exact point in time, besides experimenting as a blogger, is mainly growing a baby and trying to keep my house and my husband from falling apart. I’m taking pretty good care of the baby and husband, but the house could be doing better if I weren’t – as stated above – disorganized by nature. I’ve recently discovered, however, that I’m actually capable of meal-planning, and this makes life go a whole lot better. I love cooking. I’ll talk about that here at some point.
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