Peace, Love, Passion, and my Life

L O V E ~ L I F E

P E A C E ~ P A S S I O N

From my earliest memory I remember asking myself, "Why do people do what they do? Why do they act the way that they do?" It is no wonder that my college degree is in psychology. So that definitely counts as my first passion in life.

My second passion arose from the answer I received to first question. It wasn't the answer itself but who the answer was coming from. At age three I knew who Jesus was. I knew He was the reason we celebrated Christmas and that He was a Carpenter and that He loved all the little children. I had been shooed out of the preschool classroom by my Mom who was working on a project with the other kids. There was a man there also who had a beard and a mustache which scared me and since my Mom couldn't hold me I left and went into the courtyard outside. The playground equipment was deserted and the weather was cloudy and gray. I went to see what my older sister was doing in the classroom catercorner from where my Mom was. I could see her as I looked into the window to her classroom. There she was, playing confidently and happily on the floor. I remember staring at her in hopes that she would see me and open the door to let me in but after what seemed an eternity to my little three year old mind I gave up. She didn't need our Mom to hold her all the time like I did. Why was that? At that moment, my eyes happened on one of the outside toys. It was a large wooden tool box and inside were pieces of wood. There was a hammer there too and some nails already partially nailed into a couple of pieces of wood. My thought was, if it was good enough for Jesus then it was something I needed to try. Imagine a little three year old out in the chill morning picking up a hammer in order to pound on some nails. Now, whether is was my little imagination or whether He was really there no one can know, but my memory says that He was there with me - helping me be content by myself - understanding that I was not truly alone. So then began my second passion - my relationship with God through knowing Jesus. It has not always been an easy relationship. No, coming to a true understanding about what unconditional love REALLY is ... well, it was hard to see that it wasn't always pretty and rarely like a fairy tale.

I have newer passions in my life. Those will come in later posts. If you are my friend you know that I am passionate about TRUTH and righting wrongs. Thank you again Mark, for sharing the fire - I needed some poking.

A Month of Mondays

How is it that a month has FLOWN by? Has it really been that long since I posted a blog? Much has happened in a month and yet life seems delightfully, dare I say it, normal. I know, I know, "normal" is simply a setting on the washing machine. No, life has reached a point of stability for me and my girls and it feels really good. In less than three months I will somehow manage to finish this undergraduate degree in psychology that I started 20 YEARS AGO ... the hope is that finally getting this piece of paper will open employment opportunities that were not available to me before because I didn't have a college degree. I have great faith that my "perfect" job is being set up for me as we speak ... when the time comes, everything will go click click click and I will look up and find myself gainfully employed making enough money to pay all my bills, buy my girls everything they need, most of what they want, and have some change left over to buy a mocha at Starbucks with whipped cream.

I have had tests in all my classes now and I am holding a strong C average at the moment. A "C" NEVER used to be good enough for me but that was before having two kids and managing to raise them without a father around to help. No, now a "C" means passing and passing means diploma. I might care more if I was planning on going to graduate school but since I am not a "C" is perfectly wonderful to me.

So here is a question that has been on my mind ... how much am I isolating myself by being such an avid and outspoken supporter for the end of the "War on Drugs?" There are still SO many people out there who believe cannabis is bad and evil ... they don't know the truth and don't seem to want to hear it either. What's worse is anyone who associates with anything smacking of illegality is somehow less of a person. "Yeah, that Kate is a nice person but she is pro-pot so I don't want do associate with her too closely." You think that doesn't happen? My "peace and cannabis" stance is tolerated but not appreciated I am afraid.

Oh well, I am who I am and at least I am passionate about something that can't kill you. I pray that cannabis hemp has its good name restored within my lifetime. It truly is an amazing plant - the more I learn the stronger my conviction grows ... End the War on Drugs - End the War against Cannabis - let peace and freedom reign.