Genevieve C. West

What I like to imagine is in the style of the fictitious Dr. Lightman , I can read my husband's face, body language and even his breathing better than anyone. I've said more than once, "you sound like you're thinking," when he's completely silent in a pitch black room. Then he laughs and tells me what he was thinking about. Because Mr. West is one of the most important people in my life, because I care are about his happiness as much as my own, and because God created me to be a suitable helper for him, if he's upset, I'm upset. I may not know the reason behind his mood change, but it changes my mood, too. Then neither of us are having any fun! I don't have any profound wisdom about marriage to offer. I just know that men and women are different. Equal in Christ, but very different. Men and women are different. And ideally, both the husband and the wife should try to understand and adjust in light of these differences. Wives, th

Today I read a friend's facebook post (apparently they're lyrics to a song I've never  heard): I don't need your forgiveness I don't need your hate I don't need your acceptance Here's what God spoke to me through her post. It's nothing new, but here's what hit me: Christ's forgiveness, acceptance, love is the only that truly matters. Then, through His grace, He asks us to forgive, accept and love the unforgiveable, the unacceptable, the unlovely. For HIS sake. Not theirs. Not even our own. For HIS sake. And the only way we're able to do this is by God's grace. "But he doesn't deserve to be forgiven, I hear you say. Neither did I. Neither did you." (I don't remember where I read that, but I can't take credit for it) “To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.” ― C.S. Lewis I found this powerful video from a website I stumbled upon one

"Are you holding back something that seems too obvious to share?" I am. As I mentioned before, I hate blogging. BUT I love facebooking . What if I came at blogging the same way I approach facebooking ?  What if I stopped telling you play by play what happened and started telling you about our life?  About stuff that interests me, like the walmart shopping trip from hell, 'kairos moments' I have, "kids say the darndest things" moments?  Wouldn't you think that stuff was as awesome as I think it is?  (only tell me the truth if the answer is "yes") Speaking of awesome, my amazing husband is the one who unknowingly inspired me to revamp my blog with his very own blog post.  And if you don't check it out, you may not be as awesome as you think you are ;) Your Ideas Don't Suck! UPDATE: long lost love... & my husband knows