Sometimes it’s actually comforting to me to be met with blank or incredulous stares from people I consider “normal,” good Christians. I’m 27 years old, and I’ve been married for almost 7 years. Shame because sometimes you can’t help but like one guy a little more than another. Pride because you are so much more spiritual than that poor girl over there who is crying because her boyfriend broke up with her. They made up laws that God never condoned, then patted themselves on the back for keeping them, while looking down on those who didn’t.
It somehow validates my belief that some of the teachings I grew up with were very wrong. I rejected the teachings of courtship and emotional purity when I was 19. In fact, I have identified several ways that these teachings can damage a person’s heart. Shame because that’s “sinful” and “emotionally impure.” Shame because it sets a standard and proclaims that you are somehow shameful if you cannot keep it. Because your heart is whole and she just gave a piece of hers to a guy she isn’t married to. You have more to give your future husband than she does. This has nothing to do with the righteousness and grace of God, and everything to do with the accomplishments of man. I was trying to explain this to my friend, and it came out sounding so .
The more pieces you give away, the less of your heart you have to give to your spouse someday. my best friend, my sisters, my husband, my parents, my kids.
Harris even went so far as to say that each of those former flames actually have some sort of hold on you. My third child doesn’t have less of my heart just because I’ve loved two other children before him. It is ridiculous to suggest that there is not enough of my heart to go around.
It’s evening; corn shocks are stacked in the scene; and intertwined with smoke rising in the background are wispy images of Native American dancers.
Although there is room for debate about it, a case can certainly be made for this past week being a prime example of “Indian Summer” in Up North Michigan!
After some frost a few nights early in the week, we have had gorgeous days – highs in the 70’s, bright, sunny days with blue skies, and flocks of Canada geese overhead.
Fall color has certainly entered the “peak” zone, with area motels’ parking lots accommodating “color tour” buses. I would imagine there are “Indian Summer” purists who might say, “Okay, peaking fall color, frost, highs above the 70-degree threshold….has it been a killing frost?!
” To such quibblers I would say, while not a “hard” frost, certainly some plant life has been killed, so, yes, this is Indian Summer.John de Crevecouer, the glory of autumn, true value, turning leaves, Up North Michigan, what lays underneath.