tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756188169395753338.post6555177599076777056..comments2023-03-26T06:53:01.638-07:00Comments on Farmer Brains: Santa? Cause I don't want to.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756188169395753338.post-6185520244791773052010-12-19T04:52:31.369-08:002010-12-19T04:52:31.369-08:00Kim, you my dear sister are far from cowardness, y...Kim, you my dear sister are far from cowardness, you stand as a lighthouse for others; courageous. Your life is like a baekon coming from that lone lighthouse that even when there is calm waters that light guides, but its especially needed when the waters are rough and the storms and waves are raging up around and then off in the distance there you see it. A light in the darkness to guide. I can't tell you how appreciative of words I am, as they articulate what I struggle with. You know the Lord has shown me many times your family being represented by lighthouse and I thought of that as I read your words,and how lighthouses are alone, and I've heard that lighthouse keeping was a lonely job...probably a lot of solitude. Thank you for writing this, for being of courage to stand for truth and your convictions even when you are criticsized, mocked, and looked down upon and especially misunderstood. Your words strengthen me. I love you.Hatton 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02941720060126652682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756188169395753338.post-78707826486927850772010-12-20T22:28:49.928-08:002010-12-20T22:28:49.928-08:00I cannot agree with you more...both of you. I kno...I cannot agree with you more...both of you. I know exactly what Nettie and Mason are feeling as I experienced it too in kindergarten. I remember my teacher asking me what I wanted Santa to bring me for Christmas. I told her nothing. She said surely you want something from Santa. I stood strong and told her no again. You guys can remember how horribly shy I was, so for this much attention to be on me was petrifying! She then asked me why I didn't want anything from Santa, that is when I told her because I don't believe in Santa and Santa was not real. She then barked at me shouting and I quote, "oh really then Mary, what do you believe in then, WHAT!?" I very meekly with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat said simply and with all the courage I had..."Jesus". At that point, her demeanor changed and I knew she either felt bad or thought she could be in trouble. The point is, that even from a very young age when a child is taught the truth, they are at least more prepared to handle the BS that will be thrown their way. They have a solid and square foundation on which to base that faith, that gift that should not be shared with any imaginary or fictitious person. So to both of my sisters, I am proud. Because you love Him, they will hate you. I would rather be hated by the world then loved by men...with all I have going on, that speaks volumes.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731003946379526883noreply@blogger.com