change is good.

hey loves!

hey mom!

i'm still alive. still writing. still blogging.

but i'm over HERE ( thepeachnotebook.tumblr.com) now.

i just needed a little change of scenery. simple, basic, inspiring.

change is good. amen.

i know what kinda person i am...

my husband tells me i'm complicated. that i think about things other people don't even imagine thinking about. i go inside my little heart and think things over, question things, and find solutions. he also tells me i need to breathe. he is totally right. i do. i need to practice what i teach.

breathe in the good breathe out the bad.

i'm kinda a intense human being. i like this about myself. i like that i'm kinda weird and different. i like that if i'm yelling about world issues in my kitchen my husband doesn't expect anything different. i like that when i cry about things that hurt my heart i have space to do that.

i'm so intense because i know the women i want to be. i know what legacy i want to leave behind

i don't want to be a mommy blogger that impresses you with my outfit choices.

i don't want to be a fashion icon or a popular girl or a pretty girl, even.

that all makes my stomach hurt.


i know what kinda women i am

i don't want to be put together or awesome or mature.

i like that i weep
i like that i hurt when you cry
i like that i don't fit in.


these blogs that we create are amazing tools to have our voices heard. because every day we are pushed and crushed by lies and false ways of life that will leave us empty and lost.

let us use our voices for bold declarations and to beautifully hand out hope.

you are a superstar because you are.

not, not, not because you achieved something the world says is lovely.

you are lovely because you were born lovely.

#love2012

since i wrote this post, i've put such effort into using this place to be real, raw, and open as much i can. before you begin to read my words, please, hear this from my heart:

love is the light. hate is the darkness.

my heart is beating like a base drum right now because being the "outcast" of this situation is intimidating.

last night after marley was tucked into bed i watched this video:

in order to understand the rest of this post.. you must watch it..

i, of course, wept through the whole thing and then tossed and turned for a hour trying to get to sleep. i felt helpless and confused. i called josh as i ran around the living room. i wanted to be on the front line, but i knew i had to step back

am  i confusing you yet?

before i went to bed i tweeted invisible children, along the lines of this:

when we arrest kony, then what? kill him? i'm trying to understand. we are wanting to end murder and violence. end war and hate, so what will our response be to him?

i have yet to hear back from them. which is fine.

i am challenged by this

i've been challenged by this before.

i think of martin Luther king, jr.

source: google uk.

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."

a lot of people hate j kony right now. i understand. the things he has done are... i have no words.

he. should. be. stopped. 

we should not be okay with the things he has done.

i just challenge us in the midst of our rallies, to drive the hate from our hearts & replace it with gentleness

darkness can't drive our darkness

hate can't drive out hate.

so you ask? what should our response be?

i love the way invisible children has approached this issue. they took what they know to work - media, and they spread it. and now people know about it. they know about the horrible things this man has done. eyes have been opened and they see.

and. that. is. beautiful.

our response? 

stop kony

stop war

stop hate

stop rape

stop lust

by the way we live our lives.

tell people about kony

"make him famous"

just don't loose sight of what we are trying to end...

war.

now say i'm a dreamer, but can you imagine this world:

they get kony. they don't have to kill anybody for him. they just get him. they have him, but instead of beating him, torturing him, doing the things to him that he has done to sweet, innocent babies.. we choose another way - love. his men, his followers, see this act of mercy, they put down the guns, and they pick up bubble wands and as a act of asking for forgiveness they dance in the streets with the children that they have hurt. 

and peace falls on African soil for the first time

as the bubbles pop...

so does h.a.t.e.

you may say i'm naive.

i'd rather be a child filled with hope

then an adult full of hate.

i love you. just think about it, please.