So, I hear it all the time. "I'm sorry, but..." "... I disagree." "... I don't want to." Blah blah blah. I'm sorry but... it is a phrase I have come to truly loathe.
It isn't used as a positive phrase the majority of the time (i.e., I am sorry to have to say this, but your test result came back badly."). It's just used as an excuse to say things we would not dare say without some sort of get-out-of-jail-free card.
"I'm sorry but your hair looks really bad."
"I'm sorry, but that's what I want and so that's what I will do."
But the one usage that gets me going... that torques me off and makes me want to scream is this... "I'm sorry, but that's just what I believe."
We need to stand up for our beliefs, not hide behind insincere apologies for them. I believe in God, Creator God who created all that is and was and will ever be. I believe His son came to earth in human form, while somehow retaining his God-hood (is that a word?) I believe he lived a truly sinless life, and was crucified one day when he was about 33 years old. He didn't stay dead though - three days later He rose and ascended and is seated at the right hand of God the father. I believe that that sacrifice is what earns me a place in heaven. I have given my heart and soul to Him,and I believe it is all real.
And I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry I believe it, not sorry I said it. I'm not sorry if it offends you and I'm not sorry if you disagree.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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