Saturday, November 5, 2011

Top Ten Things for Pre-Teen Girls to Remember

As a mother, I wanted to ensure that my daughters were issued the proper armor to shield themselves from negative media input that seeks to program their hearts, minds and bodies into believing they are not enough.  This false belief system impregnates their souls with the parasitic notion that they should settle for less than their divine destiny.  Birthed from this illusion is a stunted growth of spirit, manifested in failed relationships, self-destructive behavior, lack of faith and distrust in God as a loving God. 

Words are a powerful mechanism that can either build up or tear down such programming.  I wrote these affirmations for my daughters, and for the young girls at Metanoia who tell me stories - personal accounts of how they are losing themselves to ill-constructed skeletal frameworks that trap and limit their expansive potential as women.

1. You are beautiful....

God don’t make ugly. The devil is a liar - and he is terrified of who you really are. You are most beautiful when you look and act like who God made you to be, not what the TV, magazines, videos and movies say are or you should be. Beauty is as beauty does. Don’t be ugly.


2. You are intelligent...


Our minds are for thinking things through, not worrying ourselves into pits of despair. You are able to solve problems, big or small. Asking for help doesn’t mean you can’t do it yourself, it means you’re smart enough to know that two sound minds are greater than one. Just make sure the help you ask for is coming from someone who shows s/he has a pattern of successfully managing his/her own problems. Consider the size of your problem: if it’s small, let it fall. If it’s big, give it to Him. You are greater than your circumstance. Your circumstance is temporary. You are eternal.


3. You have power...


Don’t give it away. Offering your most precious gifts to the ungodly is like feeding a roach. It won’t appreciate it (it’ll eat anything,) and it won’t ever be satisfied with what you give. It will take, take, take and give nothing in return. Worse, it’ll bring it’s friends.


4. You have a choice...


Just because you can’t see your options, doesn’t mean they don’t exist. If you can’t see clearly, change your position for a better perspective. Pray for clarity. Patience. Patience. Patience. Soon you’ll see a new choice materialize.



5. No matter how bad it feels, it will come together for good...


Making a choice based on how you feel without thinking things through can create more problems than it solves. Hard edges become softer with time. How much time it takes depends on how hard-headed you are about learning the lesson from whatever is happening. Everything works out for the best in the end, and if not - it's not the end!


6. You are responsible for your own happiness...


You can’t control when trouble comes, (and it will come - Jesus promised). The only thing you can control is how you respond to it. Don’t let anyone or any situation steal your joy. Don't kill your own joy by focusing on what's not working in your world. Attend to the things that are working and practice an attitude of gratitude. Things start to change for the better when you do.

7. Seek God first, everything else is secondary....


Don’t waste time thinking, worrying, wondering, talking, fussing, arguing about people or things - (boys, movies, a song, a situation, your clothes, your appearance, what you have or don’t have, etc.) If you do this more than you think, pray, meditate, wonder, talk with God, love, you are worshipping that person or thing. God’s commandment states “Thou shall have no other gods before me.” Set your priorities. Keep’em straight.


8.There is always more to learn...


God uses our circumstances, both good and bad, to teach us something we need to know for the life ahead of us. If we don’t learn it in the present challenge, He’ll allow another trial to happen to give us another chance to learn. And even after we learn it, He’ll create yet another difficulty to test our remembrance, or to practice what we think we know. In truth, the more we learn, the less we know.


9. Trust your gut...


This is different from acting on your feelings. Emotions can be cluttered, contradictory, chaotic and confusing. God is not the author of confusion. God gave us a deeper feeling or “sense,” one that we don’t feel emotionally; it’s called instinct or intuition. Intuition is clear and certain, best heard when we are still, humble and quiet.


10. Whatever you do, do it with love and for God’s glory...


Be honest with yourself. Follow clear, pure motives. Doing things to please others, to earn money or status, for your boyfriend or for our own pride and glory can be satisfying, but in time, that pleasure will become less gratifying. It’s like drinking a pepsi when you’re really thirsty. It tastes good at first, and for a moment your thirst is quenched, but it won’t be long before you’re thirsty again. The only thing that will help is clear, pure water. Test each option for clarity and purity. What are you doing and why? The two most common reasons why people don’t reach the wonderfully divine heights God has planned is because of fear and laziness. Acting out of fear feeds fear. Acting with love casts out fear, and when we act with the intention of pleasing God, we work harder, perform better, and create a greater glory than we could ever imagine.





Sunday, October 30, 2011

Meditation Minute: A Woman's Word


Planning a big slumber party for seven 5th and 6th grade girls in the program. The objective is simple: prepare the soil for good growth. I anticipate high voltage energy bouncing off my living room walls. I expect giggles late into the night. In between pizza, popcorn, and root beer, we'll lift the veil to reveal the role of media and culture in defining a woman's role, deforming her body, degenerating her value, and demonizing her liberation. Okay, maybe we won't talk about all of that, but we'll certainly get the ground ready for ongoing conversations.

I hope to create a safe place for these 11 and 12 year olds to talk about what is influencing their daily lives, good and bad. I'd like to offer some words of wisdom from other women who can't be present. Prayer warriors, battle scarred and triumphant, renegades who have found freedom within the suffocating veil. The best gifts we can give these young ladies are our stories of how we make the conscious choice to live beautifully in a broken and dysfunctional world. Women, (and men who are sensitive to the concerns of women,) post your words/wit/lessons learned in the comments box below.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

So, it's my birthday. I read somewhere that celebrating one's birthday is a most selfish act. After all, it's the mother who puts in all the work during birth; we don't even contribute to the labor that goes into our conception. It's what we do while living that's worth celebrating, or not. So this year, I'm asking friends and family to celebrate my 40 plus 1 years by giving to someone else. I've chosen TrafficJam this year; learn more by visiting my birthday campaign at this website. And thanks for your birthday wishes, your love through the years and your heartfelt prayers!


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Resurrecting Ophelia

My morning reading these days is Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls by Mary Pipher, PhD. It was written in 1995 and was a New York Times Bestseller. I'm only in the second chapter and I have to admit my Christ-filled heart drains with each paragraph, and the love is replaced with searing hatred! The truth of what's written on these pages is stirring up the angry adolescent girl in me, and I'm feeling the need to cut somebody! Maybe I need to move this reading to a different time in my day; I will require time to shift into a new mood before entering the world.



Ophelia doesn't just need to be revived, she needs to be brought back to life! She is assassinated daily these days and will not respond to CPR. I knew being a girl was a challenge as a teenager - mine was especially tumultuous for reasons not described in Pipher's book. Her book is "An eye-opening look at the everyday dangers of being young and female..." And that was over 15 years ago! Please pray, today and every day, for the young girls in our world. If you have a girl child, read this book. As you read, quadruple the cultural battering Pipher describes to make it true to our current society. My question in response to what I've read thus far: What it will be like by the time my little girl is a young adolescent? (--------------------------------------------!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) No words, just me screaming.....

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Growing Character

Purpose. Wisdom. Courage. Perserverance. Gratitude. Honesty. Discipline. Patience. How do you determine a person's character? What traits do you look for? In my position at Metanoia, I am charged with the task of caring for the seeds of character in the children I serve. Each child is in a different stage of growth. Some seeds are growing strong. In others, many seeds have yet to be planted.

What are these seeds? What should they look like when they flower in this rising generation? I pose these questions to my family, friends, and friends of friends. Each week I will plant a seed. For example, "PURPOSE is....." What are the first thoughts that come to your mind? Tell me a story about how the seed has grown in you, or how may be a little wilted and struggling to grow. Post your meditations in the comment area below. With your persmission, some may be used in a character collage I hope to create with the students here at Metanoia.

So, here's the first row in the crop that will be planted for this fall harvest: "COURAGE is....." Thanks for your offering!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Shakedown

While overseas, access to choice films was limited. In my search for engaging entertainment, I stumbled across the movie "Ink." It's a B fantasy movie with a plot that rises and falls primarily in the dream world. The film is rather simple; the special effects are mostly tricks of light and shadows, which is actually a pleasant relief from the sensory overload in the big budget flicks. The good guys represent light (good dreams), and the bad guys can only project light (nightmares). Though based on what happens in our dreams, it could just as easily relate to the battle I imagine happening in the spirit world: invisible entities going at it Matrix-style, fighting for our spiritual liberation with a backward elbow thrust to the throat, or a gentle forehead touch. In this way, Ink managed to nudge this viewer's consciousness from passively viewing a fantasy to more actively considering what might be happening in our spiritual reality.



The best line in the film is this: "You know, the downward spiral is essentially a chain reaction...one thing begets the next: a man has a weakness, he's flawed. That flaw leads him to guilt. The guilt leads to shame, the shame he compensates with pride and vanity and when that pride fails, despair takes over and they all lead to his destruction which will become his fate. Something's gotta stop the flow."



Those who know their headed downhill are in the best position in terms of recovery; at least they are aware of their direction. Awareness is the step we take right before we decide to do something about our fall. But many times, people are completely unaware. This is a most dangerous station in life, since whatever ends up stopping the flow to jolt us awake is often so violent and shocking it almost always seems unfair, unjustified, or flat out wrong. Yet, this is usually exactly what is necessary for change to happen.



Without a flow stop, we rely on our own perception and conscious, which can be as jaded and corrupt as our flaws. Ink reveals what happens when we are left to our own devices; pride and vanity serve as a cocoon, a shell in which we incubate into otherness not of the Spirit, but of our small selves. Our mini-me's run around believing we are more (or less) than we are. If we continue on in this direction, we find ourselves living a waking nightmare, or - as in the case of the father character in this film - an incubus. His daughter is trapped in a nightmare which is directly connected to his own spiraling condition. To escape, a blind Pathfinder must create an interruption in the chain reaction to “Shake the shit out of him” - in essence, to stop the flow.



In the movie, a major traffic accident does the trick. But in life, what might that flow stop look like? This inquiry led me to a quick prayer that my Lord would not require such a dramatic catalyst. But then I started thinking of a different approach altogether. What if we back up the chain reaction a bit: suppose we took out a couple necessary links in the chain that lead to the decent? Take guilt and shame, for instance. What if our flaws no longer lead to either one? What if the perception of the flaw is no longer considered a problem, and is instead reduced, excused or even embraced? Without one or the other, would the reaction even take place?



The one film that has remained among my top five all time favorites is Mira Nair’s Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love. When I first viewed this classic, I loved it for all the right reasons: the art of love, the love of art, the film’s sense of texture, the rhythms, bold colors, vivid passion, and raw human emotion. I was in my late twenties and I must have watched that movie every day for weeks. The soundtrack of the film was my musical mantra. I even painted my apartment walls to match the mood of the film. I could identify with Maya in every aspect of her life from beginning to end.



Fifteen years later, I still love it for the reasons mentioned, but the script takes on new meaning at age 40. Having memorized most of lines, one kept coming up after I watched Ink. Raja, a favored concubine of a previous King, gives Maya a new perspective on the fuss and shame created by Maya’s illicit affair with the reigning King. “Honor and shame may be two sides of the same coin,” Raja says. Though this perspective casts light into Maya’s culturally mortifying mistake, the glimmer of hope is deceiving. Coins, after all can only project light. Maya learns to embrace and master her seductive gifts, but the chain reaction caused by her mastery is heartbreaking.



Nobody wants to feel guilty or ashamed. Most of us go through great lengths to relieve ourselves of these debilitating burdens. But they exist for a reason. No other creature on earth feels either way. These emotions are uniquely felt by humans. Some might say they are social constructions created by cultural rules or religion. I agree, but only to a certain degree because at our very core, in a deep spiritual place, we know when we are making a mistake. We know it because of the guilt and shame that follows our choice of direction.



I believe we need to feel guilt and shame as much as we need to feel honor and respect. Take away guilt and there is no opportunity for confession. Remove the shame, and there is no desire to repent. No repentance, no possibility of reconciliation, and no salvation. Without guilt from sin, there is no need to be saved from the death sin brings. Thus, destruction becomes our only fate. American culture and society is in the midst of such a downward spiral. Rather than waking up when the stop flows were put in place, such as 9/11 or the housing crisis, and now the A&P credit downgrade, American leaders distance themselves from any sense of guilt or shame, resorting instead to denial and blame. Their leadership is followed by the American masses resulting in the following impression: America has no shame.



When nearly every immoral act becomes culturally relative, or worse socially acceptable, guilt and shame serve no purpose in a society. Generally speaking, we are no longer held accountable for our own shameful behavior; someone or something in our environment, external to ourselves, is blamed for our own weaknesses and failures. Politicians blame the other party, corporate executives deny culpability. Private citizens hire service professionals to tell us our mistakes aren’t our fault, that we shouldn’t be so hard on ourselves, that we’re doing the best we can with the information we have available. And if this doesn’t satisfy as sufficient excuse, one can always claim “the devil made me do it!” To an extent, both in a real world and a spiritual sense, this latter claim is viable, but ultimately it is not sustainable. In the long run, we all must come to terms with our responsibility for our own behavior.



This is difficult to do in a society where music and movies have reprogrammed what is right and wrong. What was historically gross immorality has become is perfectly acceptable, even reasonable today. Good is mocked as square or unrealistic at best, intolerant or narrow-minded being the surest way to ignore a right mind. The inevitable consequence of this reversal of poles might parallel what is happening in the natural world: sudden and dramatic tidalwaves of violence and chaos culminating into extreme degrees of cataclysmic, ground shaking events never before witnessed in the history of the world.



Despite all the reports clearly indicating that we are going in the wrong direction, the average American believes that changing or stopping the flow is simply not within his control. People with this mindset resign from being active agents in his or her own story. Looking at the big picture, we shrug our shoulders with a sigh, "It is what it is.” We swallow this pill for our personal wrong doing as well, "I am what I am." The apathy inherent in this false assumption is easier to live with than guilt and shame. When the conscious speaks out against the lie, the disharmony is too uncomfortable for most. The discomfort might be a stop-flow were it not for the prescription drug industry's ready supply of products to desensitize our anxious, depressed, or sleepless dysfunction.



I self-medicated for years to numb my own hypocrisy. When that failed I simply popped in my favorite movie that helped to justify elimination of both guilt and shame. “The fuss, the shame,” as Maya proclaimed, would melt away by Raja’s consolation. At the time, I was glad to be so open to other worldly views. I could embrace what suited my situation, picking this culture’s right to amend my wrong, thus easing my conscious. Cultural relativity tuned my discord into a harmony that allowed me to keep singing my blues without ever having to do anything about it.



Now, however, after having experienced a spiritual shaking of my shit, so to speak, things have become clearer. Though I’m not one to promote dichotomous thinking, I have a more definitive sense that differentiates righteousness from iniquity. My desensitized conscious was reborn and it is made alive by God’s word - which doesn’t change, whether we wants it to or not. Light will always win in the end, no matter how painful the truth is. This is the lesson in Ink: when we take responsibility for what we have done, or what we have failed to do, we are released from the burden of guilt and shame. This liberation empowers us to transform our lives and the lives of others. When the father accepts his part in the abduction of his child, he allows the light to come in. This revelation releases him from the hold of darkness, strengthening him in battle and leading him to victory. He is delivered from the spirits that were blinding him, but what ultimately gave him power to win - and this is where Americans will be called to act - came from choosing to remove the blindfold. But only he had the power to do this, no one could do it for him.



This movie was fiction. But the battle is real. Regardless of one’s beliefs, one need only read the headlines to see there are forces hard at work to minimize the effect of the flow stopper or simply remove the necessary links, guilt and shame, that might awaken the dreamers. If this continues, we can look forward to more of this: "....the love of many shall wax cold" (Matthew 24:12) and "People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God - having the form of godliness but denying its power... always learning but never able to acknowledge the truth." (2 Timothy 3:2-7) Welcome to the year 2011.



The top stories today blatently declare our downward spiral. "Market Meltdown: Dow Plummets 634 points." "Chaotic Wave of Civil Disobedience:UK Riots Worst in Three Decades." "Black Man Run Down in Mississippi Hate Crime." "3.2 million People Starving in Somalia." This is not a dream. This is not a movie. This is both our physical and spiritual reality. Let us pray for what we really need; a little sense of guilt and shame can go a long way to mend a broken world. Should that fail, shakin’ the bleep out of some of us may be the next best bet.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Meditation Minute: Again, It's the People

It's been almost a month now since I've left Korea. Since my return I have traveled to Tennessee (twice) and back and forth the Florida (two times, too.) Rio and I are looking forward to moving (again) into our new home in Charleston, and we've been checking in on the progress of the renovation every other day.

At my new job I've been learning the routine, setting up my office, getting to know the kids, trying to memorize names. I'm meeting parents and teachers and staff. Went shopping for collared shirts and plain skirts/shorts/pants to comply with the dress code at Rio's new school. I'm planning a trip to DC for the 5th grade students during spring break. I'm hiring interns for Freedom School (part of the Children's Defense Fund,) a six week reading program schedule for this summer, and I signed Rio up for an adventure outdoor summer camp with the County Park.

I had dinner last Friday with staff at Cici's pizza and we all sang happy birthday to Rio who is six, again (she was six all last year in Korea age.) Saturday I took her and our new neighbor ("A" - age four) out for a Saturday of play and eating cosmic hot dog's at a place called Jack's. That evening I invited our other neighbor ("Z" - age seven) to go see the movie Rango, again. Yesterday, a man named Ted helped me surprise Rio with her birthday present: a kitten, only three weeks old. We named it Lil' Lulu.

With so much going on (all good,) I haven't had a chance to miss what I'm missing. This morning, while taking my morning walk, I had that chance. Out of everything that I grew to love about Korea, what I will miss most is the people, too many to name. There's Facebook, of course, but it's just not the same.

The staff at Metanoia have been assigned to read and discuss a book (The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey). In the first few pages, the author poses a question that relates to what I felt today. "How many on their deathbeds wished they'd spent more time at the office - or watching TV. The answer is No one. They think about their loved ones, their families, and those they have served." Yes, it is all about the people. I pray one day I'll be able to go to Korea, again.

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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Meditation Minute: Extraño

After my first trip to the grocery store back in the States, I realized another thing I'll miss about Korea: produce. Fruits without wax, and vegetables that I know are fresh because the dirt is still on'em. I could get that here, but it costs three times as much.

At least I have pictures to remind me of the way life should be. But instead of complaining, I'll be the change I want to see here and plant a garden!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Meditation Minute: Solo

The countdown continues. In the days remaining, I'm counting the things I'll miss about living in Korea. The mountains are on the top of that list. I love that I'm only a 10 minute walk from the base of a healthy hike. This 40-year-old body is God's temple. Though it can be painful (bad knees complain the entire way, "Are we there yet?) it's my duty to maintain it's integrity.

I couldn't do this when I had my daughter here. I would have had to carry her (which would have been good exercise for a greater warrioress than I.) Still, it might have been a nice half-day trip to take with her. We could have stopped frequently and talked about the importance of staying on the path, being watchful for stumbling blocks, testing our strengths and remaining steadfast. I'll remember that when I get back to the States; I think she would enjoy hiking, especially if we danced along the way.

God, I miss my baby. The video below illustrates what happens when I'm left to myself for more than 40 days.

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

To Rio: Letter #3 from Mommy

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Have you shown your daddy your moves?

You are much better the silly boys in this video:

Meditation Minute: Jimjilbang

Been thinking of what I will miss in Korea. The bath house or "jimjilbang" (찜질방) is an experience I will not soon forget. It was Rio's favorite place as well. When we first arrived last year in March, the steaming baths warmed my bones and Rio just loved being able to run around naked, plopping in and splashing about from one pool to another.

Upstairs was the common area where folks lounged about. We gobbled up noodles while watching Korean dubbed American movies on the portable DVD player. The best part for me was The Happy Time massage chairs.
I formed intimate relationships with them all. They gave me so much. I often felt I owed them more than a mere $1.00. Consistently reliable, they went deep and strong for as long as I desired. I don't smoke, but if I did I'd light up after 10 minutes sitting in a Happy Time chair. They make me feel so......well, happy.

Loved the DIY salt exfoliant scrub down. FYI - be sure to check for open wounds before using. Salt first, then shave.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Short and Bittersweet

In my past life, before Christ, I lived as I wanted, answered to no one. I was full of pride and walked in the spirit of independence. I thought of myself as a righteous, self-made, battle scarred warrior princess who didn't need anybody.

Then the Lord humbled me.

I lost my mind, literally. For seven days and seven nights I had no sleep. I saw things, felt......the unexplainable. I have never been so terrified in all my life. Neither have I been so overwhelmed by the awesome love and beauty of God. It was transformational; I haven't been the same since.

The enemy is the great deceiver, and he blinded me; had me thinking wrong about so many things, namely that my walk with God was good enough. Sure, I believed in God, prayed now and then. Even went to church regularly. But belief was not enough to save me.

When I came back from "my time away" as I have come to call it, I got right to work in getting right with God. That's where I am today, repenting and regenerating to become a new creature in Christ.


Thursday, January 13, 2011

To Rio: Letter #2 from Mommy in Korea

It snowed again here last night. It was very cold. I have to walk the dog three times a day. I keep him in his doggy sweater to keep him warm. But it was dirty so I had to wash it. I put my turtle neck on her this morning. She looked silly, but it kept her warm.



I have been looking for fun things to do in Charleston during the spring vacation in the month of April. There is a fun camp where you can play all day!

I have been wondering what you have been doing all day while your daddy is at work. I know you are a good helper so I think you are helping Wendy take care of your brother.

Did you know you can play Zoodles at your daddy's house? Ask your daddy for help. Tell him to click here so he can put Zoodles on the computer.


Now that you are back in America, you can watch and play some of the videos and games on PBS Kids that would not play here in Korea. Just click here to play.



Did you know there is a web site where you can play games with pickles and tomatoes? Click here to play!


Don't forget to practice good listening. Click here to listen to bible truth stories:


Be sure to practice your reading, little one. Click here to practice.


And click here to play a game that lets you
choose good foods to eat!
That should keep you busy for a while.
You will have fun while learning!


I'll write again soon. And you can write me back here too! Just ask your daddy to help you type a letter in the comment place!

Don't forget to say your prayers!!! I LOVE YOU!!!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Meditation Minute: Metanoia

According to Wikipedia, metanoia is derived from the Greek words (meta) meaning "beyond" or "after" and (noos) "mind." Metanoia means "repentance" (theology), "correction," a rhetorical device (rhetoric), the experience of a psychotic 'break down' and subsequent, positive psychological rebuilding or healing (psychology).

I will be working for Metanoia beginning in March. I'm thinking this job is the perfect fit, not just because of the job description, but because the name of the faith based, non-profit organization so aptly fits my psychology. God is the best poet! Thank you, Lord for taking poetic license as you direct my life.

Meditation Minute: Mountain

Climbed a mountain today. Stood still at the top to admire the view and listen to the winter leaves crackle in the wind. My thoughts exactly: "I love you, Lord. You are so freakin' awesome!"

On the way down, I prayed. "Yea, though my arthritic knees are aching, I will fear no snow slope; for thou art with me." I'll bring a rod or staff to keep me from falling next time.





Tuesday, January 11, 2011

To Rio: Letter #1 from Mommy in Korea


I know you can read this by yourself, but you can ask your daddy for help with the words you do not know.

Our new home will be much closer to your daddy. It will take a half day to drive there. Look at the map. Put your finger on the biggest black circle - that's where you are now. Follow the black line to the end - that is where we will be living. It is much closer than living in South Korea. You will go to a new school where everybody speaks English and they have beautiful brown skin just like you!

It is hard to be here in Korea without you. I miss you so much, baby. I miss talking to you. I miss giving you kisses. I miss tickling you. I miss reading to you. I miss praying with you. But most of all, I miss cuddling with you every night. I can't wait to hold you again. There are only 56 days left!
I like taking care of the dog. I have to take it for a walk three times every day. I think we will like having a dog of our own when we move to South Carolina. Look at the different kinds of dogs in the picture. What kind to you like? I circled my favorite. We should get a dog from the animal shelter. A shelter is a place where lost dogs are found. They live in the shelter until someone comes to take them to a new home. We may not have as many choices as there are in the picture. We will just pick the one who likes us the most.

I am in the teacher's office right now. I am watching children's movies to see if they are good for the students here. I wish you were here to watch with me. You could tell me if the movie is good. You can watch the movie below. It's about how to get along with others. They get in a silly fight about which is better - tomatoes or blueberries. I love them both (one is a vegetable and one is a fruit!) Let me know what you think.

Here is a silly picture of me giving you a kiss on both cheeks!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!

Remember to say your prayers, little worm. I will write again soon.





Part Three