May 17th, 2012
The older I get the more certain I am that there are no certainties. And I didn’t accept this fact kindly. I actually came to the conclusion kicking and screaming. If you know me, you know that accepting uncertainty is entirely against my nature. I am strong-willed and opinionated and like to have things figured out and I don’t have any patience to do so– ALL things must be known and done and they must be known and done NOW.
Is it possible that there is no god? Yes. Based on what “evidence” we have, the best I can say is that it’s a good possibility that a creator god exists. And if he exists, then it’s likely that he is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. And if that’s true, then it’s likely that Jesus was his son, that he was crucified and resurrected, and that if we believe in him we will have eternal life. Of course you hear believers say that they can’t prove God and you just have to experience him for yourself, but even those experiences can be explained away by neuropsychology. The fact is, though, that no matter how much they try, no one will ever be able to disprove God, either. So I began my own personal faith journey by, to the best of my ability, doing away with all of my pre-conceived notions, boiling things down to the bare minimum and working my way up from there. I decided to believe in God based on the possibility of his existance because when it came to a head I thought that if there is a God then I do know one thing for certain: that I want to know him. And you can’t know someone (some THING, some entity, whatever) before acknowledging its existence. And from there I concluded that the best way- the ONLY way- to know God is through Jesus Christ.
Okay, and so then there’s the bible and we’ve decided it’s the infallible Word of God and all that, which, if you ask me, is a hell of a lot trickier decision to make than believing in God in the first place. There is SO much to consider when reading and interpreting the bible. Author, purpose, cultural context, how the original language was translated, and not to mention the canonization process and what made it into the bible we accept as authoritative and what didn’t and why. I completely understand the sense of security Christians feel in interpreting the bible uncritically, literally, unquestioningly. It’s because as soon as one part is questioned it kind of rocks your faith and you have to start questioning everything else you believe. For example, I figure it probably scares the crap out of some to consider the possibility that maybe the world wasn’t created in six days… that the Genesis story was written in poetic story-telling form probably passed down by word of mouth for generations before being recorded by Moses… that perhaps the flood was localized. I used to think folks were vehemently against the theory of evolution because they feared it removed God from the equation, but now I think it’s just because when you grow up learning about God a certain way you get these ideas of who He is and you get comfortable with those ideas. You don’t want the version of God you have in your head challenged because then you start to wonder if you ever really knew him at all. …And you have to face the fact that maybe you didn’t. And that’s a hard thing to face. –Been there done that. It’s when I decided I didn’t really own my faith at all. It was actually a pretty rough crisis.
Okay. so. Sharp thought turn here: what if the practice of homosexuality is not a sin? We’ve been taught that it is… it’s in the bible.
I think it’s safe to say that MOST Christians believe that homosexuality is undeniably a sin- a gross abomination- no questions asked. Therefore gay people, especially practicing ones, have been ostracized from the church. That’s just how it is. People don’t feel loved or welcomed by those who proclaim that their lifestyle is unacceptable and unworthy of equal civil rights. Naturally.
To be honest, (and it has surprised me), the more I study the bible, the less concrete stances I take and the less specific convictions I have. I feel like one of Jesus’ most passionate teachings was to never put law before love. …to never even let it drive wedges in your relationships if it wasn’t worth it. As a matter of fact, if there was ONE attitude that Jesus explicitly condemned, no questions asked, it was self-righteous legalism and hypocrisy.
Jesus never really brushed the topic of homosexuality. Unless you consider Matthew 19 where Jesus, in answering a question about divorce, reiterates that male and female become ones flesh, what God has joined together let no man separate etc., and that not everyone can accept that teaching because there are “eunuchs who have been made so from birth” (etc.). ”Born eunuch” was a common term in Jesus’ time for men whose sexual tendencies were NOT toward the opposite sex (as opposed to men born without testicles). So, to me, this is at LEAST evidence that Jesus acknowledged that some were not born heterosexual and he did NOT condemn that.
In the new testament, Paul also mentions homosexual practices. In 1 Corinthians 6, Paul lumps men who have sex with men with the wrongdoers who will not inherit the kingdom of God. Of course, Paul was speaking with the people of Corinth which was known for its pagan prostitution practices and rampant sexual immorality. As a matter of fact, it is very possible that Paul was referring specifically to these pagan practices rather than homosexuality in general. Another interpretation is that the original greek word Paul used for men sleeping with men- “arsenokoitai”- is actually a very rare word and hard to translate. Since there were many common terms for homosexuality in Paul’s day, if he was referring to homosexuality in general then perhaps he would have used a more commonly known word.
But even if we assume that Paul WAS referring to homosexuality in general… I mean, let’s be honest: he also taught that women ought to be veiled when praying, shouldn’t teach or have authority over men, and will be saved through childbearing. I’m just saying. Paul was human and his understanding was limited to his time and culture. I think it’s better to take away principles of his teachings rather than hang on word-for-word, because if we take what he said about women out of context of his time and culture, it would seem that he was entirely sexist. It probably wasn’t a good idea to practice homosexuality in Greece in Paul’s day due to the breakdown of the family unit and widespread disease.
ALSO. God created Adam and Eve to become one flesh and commanded them to populate the Earth. Of course. That makes sense because that’s what was needed. Does that apply to us today? If a heterosexual couple married and decided to purposefully NOT have children, would they be just as outside the will of God as a homosexual couple?
So, is homosexuality a sin? I don’t know; I can’t say for certain. However I DO feel passionate about making sure sexual minorities do NOT feel ostracized, unwelcome, judged, or less than among Christians (or anyone). And I do NOT wish to deny them equal rights based on a couple of inconclusive biblical mentions.
On an emotional note, I’ve seen what denial and shame of sexual orientation does to people. It kills them to fight it. I’ve seen them live a life that feels unnatural in order to gain approval and acceptance, and they have destroyed others’ lives in the quake of their front. I think if anything is worthy of judgement or condemnation, it’s the way we have judged and condemned homosexuals; it’s the way we have held the law over their heads, putting it before our love for them. That’s not Jesus’ way. That’s not what he taught us to do. And the more we fight against gay marriage, the more we exasperate this issue and divide.
May 9th, 2012
May 5, 2012
Chip and Mer’s wedding was a GORGEOUS; a BLAST; centered on God, family, and friends; and everything a wedding is supposed to be.
First, the bridesmaids and bridesdude got to have a trolley ride to the beautiful downtown presbyterian church Mer chose to marry at. We enjoyed a short, sweet, meaningful ceremony before heading to The Columbus Museum of Art for the absolutely stunning cocktail hour and reception DJd by Mark Dantzer.
I only have a handful of photos that I stole from the internets to share.

These were Duke and Ash’s place setting cards. Someone hand-drew one of these for each guest attending the wedding. I thought it was the most adorable idea for an art museum wedding.

Me, Ash, and Hutchy

Me, Adry, and Keith’s very first full family unit photo!

I absolutely LOVE him like you wouldn’t believe. On a daily basis I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, and it’s hard to contain. He is amazing. We had a great time together as a family on wedding weekend.

And if I thought my life couldn’t be more blessed, I also have all of these folks whom I love dearly. Every single one of them.
As soon as someone posts some I will have to share some photos of the actual wedding and reception!
April 22nd, 2012
“Don’t you wish you could go back and avoid that whole mistake?”
No.
I do not regret my marriage to Ben. Had I a choice, I wouldn’t undo my decision to marry him.
And I’m not one of those ‘live without regrets’ people. I do have regrets. That’s just not one of them.
Maybe because I don’t consider it a mistake.
I was young, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew the vows I was taking and I was committed. Extremely committed and faithful, to my spouse and to my family, until the day I was told to cut it out and move on because there was no chance of reconciliation.
On a couple of occasions I entertained the thought that it’d be fairy-tale nice if I could be one man’s wife and keith’d be the only one I promised to spend the rest of my life with, the only one I shared the marriage experience with.
Sure. That’d be lovely I guess. But thats just not…. us . First, our relationship has been unorthodox and backwards from the start. And I love it that way. It’s been the greatest adventure of my life. And we would have never met up or become who we are as a couple without our backgrounds.
And also, despite second marriage/ blended family fail statistics, my experience, if anything, taught me that I *know* I have what it takes to succeed. I have issues, but where it counts I’m solid and secure and confident. I know my strength. I know I have the ability to lead my heart when my emotions are tugging me in a thousand different directions. I know how to decide to love and fight for that love in the face of betrayal and hurt and hopelessness. I know the power of forgiveness and grace- giving it, asking for it, accepting it. I recognize the mistakes I made in my pervious marriage. I know how relationships fall into ruts that seem inescapable and I can easily identify the warning signs along the way. I know what to look for and I know the behavior patterns to avoid.
…Deep betrayal and heartbreak tends to strengthen your core and soften your edges. I’m less rule-bound, fundamental, and insecure in my faith. It’s easier now for me to admit how much I don’t know, how much I never knew, how little control I actually have, and how easy it is for me to screw up. I know what it’s like to find yourself at rock bottom and have no idea how you got there. I’m okay with admitting I’m as weak and flawed as any, and I’ve learned to TRULY understand, commiserate, and offer compassion and mercy.
At that, I have adry. Although this experience has been tough on him and challenging for me as his mother, I cannot express how thankful I am to have him and that I appreciate how motherhood has shaped me and my life. I’d relive all the bad parts if only to have him with me now and a part of me and Keith’s life together.
A failed marriage is not what I dreamed up as a little girl, nor what I prayed for as a teenager, nor what I expected as a young bride. But not only have I accepted it, I’m grateful for the experience and invaluable life lessons. I don’t feel gypped, I’m not bitter, I don’t hold any grudges. I’m happy and I look back on good memories fondly. And I could not be more happy about where I’m at now and who I’m with. I’m capable of a much deeper, raw, and honest love, and it feels good to be vulnerable with someone I absolutely adore and trust to know me fully and love me completely.
I feel passionate AND safe.
April 18th, 2012
I am engaged!!!
Okay, so bear with me. I am attempting to start journaling from my iPhone since I am without a computer, but I haven’t worked out all the kinks yet. I tried to embed my engagement photobucket album above, but I don’t know what it looks like to you.
I want to document this experience.
Background: Keith and I met each other at one of the very first shows his band ever put on. It was in a little coffee shop called Espresso Yourself in Powell. Now, we’d been e-mailing back and forth for some time and I’d seen pictures of him before he invited me to this show, so when I stepped in to the shop and scanned the crowd I instantly recognized Keith standing toward the back watching another band perform before his took the stage. At the time I thought he was pretty intent on enjoying listening to the band so he didn’t see me walk in the doors… The place was pretty loud and packed and I had to squeeze my way through people just to get to Keith to say ‘hi’.
Fastforward to a year later. Espresso Yourself closed down and the old church building it was in is now a furniture store called The Bungalow.
Keith called me today and told me that his ride home from work broke down and left him stranded in Powell. He asked me to come pick him up at the little furniture store. A few minutes later, while I was getting stuff together to head out to get him, he called me again to tell me he was checking stuff out in the store and I should come in and check it out with him.
I was all, yeah, okay. Whatever baby. I’m just trying to get out the door.
So like a half hour later I park across the street from the little white church building, now The Bungalow, and went to look at whatever the heck my goofy boyfriend wanted me to see. I walked through the doors and saw him standing toward the back… Just standing there. Facing some hideous enormous decorative pillow thing. As soon as I was standing beside him he asked me if I knew where I was.
I said yes… (and later oriented myself and discovered that we were standing in the exact spot I first saw Keith. I had no idea he knew I saw him standing there a year ago until today when he told me he had spotted me walking through the doors to his show before I spotted him. And he remembered exactly where he’d been standing.)
Then he said that the past year has been the best year of his life and he didn’t want to spend a second without me. He got down on one knee with the ring and asked me to marry him. The Bungalo employee who’d been in on it and watched the whole proposal take place got all squee-y and took pictures with her phone and texted them to Keith later. (so awesome we have a picture of that moment.)
We celebrated at Blue Ginger, an Asian food restaurant by my house, and then I got a foot massage. Which is actually a pretty regular event because I’m an extremely lucky girl.
I am in love with an incredible man who is in love with me. We are going to become family and build a life together. I am SO thankful and SO blessed and SO excited to be Mrs Keith Martin.
April 9th, 2012
No computer for a few months . Posting will be sparse
February 22nd, 2012
Sucks:
When you spend weeks feeling A-okay about an awful situation. And you think, hey! I got over THAT fast! Maybe I’m just used to this. Maybe I’m better at healing and moving on. I’m totally ready to move on. Which is surprising, but I’m okay with feeling okay!
Until it hits you.
You’ve been in Grief Stage: Denial.
And you’re coming out of it.
And it hurts.
So. So. So bad.
You realize your subconscious has been telling itself that this is only temporary. That things will go back to normal. And it’ll be like nothing happened.
And until now you never came face-to-face with the fact that what was is dead.
I am so sad. I’m sad that my “family members” seem to be falling like dominoes. I’m sad for what we’ve lost.

……the part where good memories become painful.
Summer 2009
Winter 2010
Valentine’s Day 2010
Fall 2010
Summer 2011
February 21st, 2012
So a YEAR ago. (Oh My Gosh.) Last February. I was talking to this guy who… like… I thought was kinda cute n stuff. *twist hair*.
And I told him I thought so. And he was all RELATIONSHIPS are the root of all EVIL, women can NEVER be trusted, and I will be a bachelor FOREVER. (Those were pretty much his exact words. No sugar-coating. Except he did go on to say something like, “I mean I’m sure YOU are trustworthy, even though you are a woman… But since you ARE a woman I have decided not to trust you anyway. No offense.”)
And so… I kept talking to him.
And he was all WHY WON’T SHE LEAVE ME ALONE.
And so I told him that I’d cuddle for free. (I figured a self-proclaimed forever bachelor was probably just cuddle deprived.)
And he was all… well. Okay. I guess cuddles would be nice.
(Okay, we’d been joking around about being cuddle buddies. Well, *I* was flirting and HE was joking. But it turned into a movie night at his place. Our first ‘we are just friends we think?’ date.)
Within a matter of days he told me he was “rethinking his approach to not dating and stuff” and credited me as his inspiration.
And by the beginning of March I’d converted a He Man Woman Hater.
He told me he’d made his decision about me.
He said, “I want you to be mine. I want to be what you want.”
And here we are today…

Love of my life.
(I must be a totally amazing cuddler.)

Memories
March 2011 – email from me to Keith
- I love your hair. I love how soft it is and I love your little curls and I love putting my fingers through it.
-Your eyes are beautiful. I have no idea where you get the idea that blue is boring… your eyes are about the most vibrant blue I’ve ever seen, and your curly eyelashes are a definite compliment.
- Your lips.
-I really appreciate your laugh. You laugh with gusto like you can make any time a good time.
- I also appreciate how laid back you are. And how you don’t get angry or stressed out or annoyed or complain about little things. I like the low-drama, lots-of-laughs kind of spirit that you bring to the table.
- I love your honesty and openness. You aren’t afraid to be you.
-I love that you are broader and bigger-built than I am. It makes me feel safe. I just want to be wrapped up in you and taken care of forever.
- I love that you are always touching me like you can’t get enough. You’re reaching for my hand or playing with my hair or rubbing my back…
- I love your sense of humor. You make me giggle… SO much.
- I love that you love your family and your friends and you just… care about people. You like to keep peace, but you’re genuine and firm rather than a people-pleaser. Thank you for that.
- You’re a hard worker and you’re good at… everything! lol. You cook, you play instruments, you sing, you do manual labor, you’re good with electronics etc., you love to learn, you’re a great writer, you are good at expressing yourself, you draw and you’re creative, you’re good with people… on and on and on 
- You’re open-minded, but your faith is solid. You’ve achieved that perfect balance .
I love you, Keith Martin.
March 2011 – email from Keith to me
i love your hair. i love to play with it. i love to hold it in my hands.
i love feeling it between my fingers when i use it to pull you close to me.
i love brushing it out of your eyes, and trying in vain to keep it out. lol
i adore your eyes.
they are deep and fast. they are warm and inviting, and they sparkle when you laugh, or are pleased with something.
I love your willingness to try new things. (as long as it isn’t seafood or pepsi right? lol) i love how you are willing to go along with me and turn something into an adventure.
even when its something small and silly.
i like how you can be so incredibly focused. i love that you are willing to be passionate, and to let that passion shine through you.
I love how you select good friends to put around you. it shows me your wisdom and the depth of your character
i love how you are willing to laugh at yourself. this is huge to me. i mean, i’m not even sure if i know how to explain it.
I knew during the “otter incident” that you and i were going to work out very well together.
i cannot get enough of your laughter. I want to hear it as much as i can.
i love how small you are. I love how you fit under my chin. I love how your hand curls in mine.
i like it when you tell me stories. i love delving into your history, and seeing what makes you you.
I love your “just between us” smile. The little half smile you give me when we’re talking about something intimate, or something only you and i would get in a room with other people.
I appreciate how you humble me, and how you encourage me.
I love the fact that you will say something exactly how you feel it is, and that you don’t pull any punches.
i like that a lot.
i love your dedication to Adry. I love the fact that you haven’t let a difficult situation take your priorities and make them about yourself.
i love the fact that you are what i call a “grounded” christian. that you know what you believe, you believe what you believe, and you live life in your own fashion.
and that’s just incredibly attractive to me.
i love the fact that you not only get my sense of humor, but you are willing to go along with it.
that’s huge.
i actually may sit here for a couple of seconds and just appreciate it.
i love how you are willing to be vulnerable and be trusting. i’m not sure how well i would be doing if i were in your position, but i can guarantee i wouldn’t be doing nearly as well as you are.
And you are willing to become more vulnerable and trusting. and i love that.
i’m in love with you.
February 7th, 2012
I keep remembering when Jacob was born. I instantly nicknamed him ‘jj’ or ‘j’ for short. Before long I realized I had the Big Sister power of making my baby brother j relax and fall into a deep baby sleep just by rubbing my fingers along the edge of his face. I could feel all the little baby tension melt away in my arms and calm and contentment on his face.
I was in love.
I was a big sister.
I could hold my little bundle of baby brother in my arms where he was safe and loved and take all his cares away.
I’d give anything to keep him with me now where he’s safe and loved. I’d do anything to protect him from the world. I never wanted him to know this pain. I never wanted him to know what it felt like to have security and faith in honesty and integrity and commitment stripped from him… And have to deal with it in subsequent relationships. Not my baby brother. Not him.
I wish he was that little baby again… And I could just hold him close and give him peace and rest. I’d take this all from him and relive the nightmare myself if I could.
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