Thinking

Sometimes thinking is a wonderful thing. In fact, we should all practice it more. I find myself wishing I was much smarter and better educated than I am. Sometimes I wonder if I traded belief for intelligence, but I suspect that I'm just not that smart.

Okay, the other day I was watching House with the boys and there was an episode where a young lady had been raped. She then, of course for better television, was also pregnant from the rape. Not sure how in an hour episode we could learn that, but again the miracle of TV. I must confess here, as a former marcher against abortion, after I got older and entered the medical profession I have revised my views somewhat on abortion.

Now, I know the scriptures, please don't blast me. Please. And many of my friends would be horrified to find this out. However, I can't find fault with a woman should she choose to abort a child from rape. I know, it's not the fault of the baby, I know that it is still killing the baby..... I just don't know that we support the family enough.

Am I horrible? Is it okay to ask these questions? Ah, the best.... what would Jesus say? I often think of what did Jesus wrote in the sand. What would he have written about me? or you? Do we ever think about that?

I'm afraid to judge, yet I do. A friend and I were talking the other day, she mentioned that she is having to learn that she is judgemental. I know this about her, but sadly, I did hold my tongue. There are things I don't tell her because I know that she will be, well, probably more truthful than I can handle. And as we talked, I confessed to her that I'm afraid of what others say about me. I like to think that I'm considered happy, a source of kindness, a good co-worker, on the home front: a good mom, caring, a good wife, I know the dogs can't complain too much. Ah but the darkness inside is strong. I have a very black side, one that would surprise most of my friends. To say that my sin nature is always with me would be an understatement.

Too much for a blog? Probably. Didn't need to hear it, fine, quit reading. This is my escape. I'll be funny another day. Maybe it's the PMS..... actually that was strong the other day. It's truly bad when you put yourself to bed. Which I should probably do now before I say too much.