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Oh yes, I am selfish

Published November 17, 2012 by meganbiddle

I will admit that the crisis in Israel hurts my heart but for more than one reason.  Yes, for the selfish reason that 40 days from today I was supposed to board a plane for Jerusalem.  For once in my life, I was doing something for me; a 15 day tour of the Holy Land.  But as people continue to die what I want no longer seems to matter.  Gaza is launching rockets at Jerusalem and the government buildings are being bombed in Gaza; people a dying.  What are they dying for again?  Do they even remember anymore?  

Yesterday I was speaking to a professional woman who is from Egypt and she asked me if I had heard about the updates for the day, and I recounted what I knew.  I told her that another leader from Hamas had been assassinated.  She replied, “Thank God.”  As we stood talking, I wasn’t sure that I agreed.  Yes, this is horrible.  Dictators are horrible; but war.  Death of Innocent.  What about loving your enemies?  Remember that?  

Me and Mellencamp

Published November 3, 2012 by meganbiddle

Well I was born in a small town………not by choice
And I live in a small town……and I am ready to leave
Prob’ly die in a small town…..not if I can help it
Oh, those small – communities……are killing me!!!!

All my friends are so small town……no offense to you if you love living in small town USA
My parents live in a same small town……Rugby makes them happy, and that is fine, for them.
My job is so small town……well, it’s Indianapolis but you get the point!
Provides little opportunity, hey!……Mellencamp left and now he’s dating Meg Ryan! Can’t I go too?

Educated in a small town…..Thank you Hauser High School.
Taught to fear Jesus in a small town…..Not a bad thing at all!
Used to daydream in that small town….I used to dream about leaving!
Another born romantic that’s me…oh, aren’t we all?

This is where Johnny and I differ….
I know where I come from, and I love where I came from and the people that made me who I am today, but I never felt like I fit in when I was here. To be quite honest, I think that is my problem. I have been looking for a place all my life that felt like home, and for me, there isn’t one.

The thing is, I want something different for my kids. I want them to feel connected. I want to feel like they belong somewhere. So, I may just have to suck it up and live the small town, fish bowl life style for them.