Saturday, October 6, 2012

The only opinion

Very often, I'll note something for a blog entry, and then forget it.  It's frustrating.

I figure if God wants me to remember, He will trigger the memory.  That just happened.

Recently, I found myself in a beauty salon.  Now, living it large in the land of "Low Income" I usually go to a budget haircut place, the kind where you find a different hair dresser every visit.

This was not a low income hair salon.  Which is fine; I think God has me here, financially, so I have some relatability to my recipients, and to keep me dependent on Him.  God wants all of us to lean on Him for our needs, large and small.  I'm happy where I am.

A good example: Ron weed-whacked the yard while I was out of town, and propped the weed-whacker against the side of the house, under the kitchen window, very visible from the street.  It stayed there for 4 days, until I came home.  Our neighborhood is quiet and safe.  Except for those pesky stray kittens!

That said, I'm sitting in the salon.  I don't have my backpack and I was feeling kind of weird from my medication.  I almost fell asleep, actually, and scoured a nearby grocery store desperately seeking a Diet Mountain Dew.  Alas, I didn't find one.  The Publix in Florida are all Coke vendors.

I picked up a magazine.

I'm sitting here, thinking my adoptive Mom reads this.  So does my aunt.  My sister.  My nieces, quite probably.  Ladies from my church.  Maybe my pastor, he has the link.  Definitely people from my Christian message boards.

Ah, God just gave me a lovely euphemism.  The magazine had a graphic article on "Over 18" "toys" and what they did for "the moment".  I was horrified.  I mean, I've been married for 20 years, and it was more graphic than some things I read in my backslidden days.

I kept thinking "A child could pick this up" and boy they talked about stuff I didn't learn for a while after Ron and I got together.  But, then, after I got back to Houston, I was standing in line, and saw many of the "checkout" magazines had similar, graphic, articles, listed on the front cover.

Ron and I, when dating, discussed his vasectomy and what that would mean for our future.  We decided we really didn't want children; it would be impossible to protect them in this sick world.  And that, my friends, was 1992.

I admire parents.  I respect them.  I know God has put it on some people to have children.  I'm not one of them, and I think one reason is what Ron and I had discussed - the world is sick.  The primary reason, we could not be quality parents to a child.  It wouldn't be fair.  I won't fail my kids the way my mother failed me.

I just went to check my email.  Now, my email host knows I am over 18.  I have had the account for 14 years.  Do I really need to get ads for "sex trick that will drive him mad".   If I asked Ron, he would say no.

And that's the only opinion that matters.


1 comment:

Jillian Wheeler said...

Mainstream " women's" magazines are often really sick! I can't believe I used to read those, especially as a young, impressionable woman. They preach an "anything goes" philosophy and contrary to many people's belief, do show a specific set of beliefs; abortion, no marriage, pornography is all seen as ok.
Since my re conversion, I've found I have little to no tolerance for that stuff anymore.
With respect to children, I see them as a wonderful gift from God that parents have the great responsibility to raise. However, parenthood is also just once vocation that is from God that is definitely not for all of us.