The Wiccan Christian

I was actually able to get outside early enough this morning to hear the birds waking up. This is usually the best part of my day. We have had such a cold spring (imo) I haven’t wanted to sit outside in the mornings, until this morning.

I ran into town super early, just to grab a cup of coffee to enjoy as I sit on my porch.

I actually slept pretty good for the first time in years. And I didn’t even have to take any sleep medication. In time I just drifted off on my own. This is progress.

My daughter took me out for Mother’s Day yesterday. We went to the garden center and she let me pick out some flowers for some pots she brought over when she picked me up. We also had lunch at the best place in town.

It was so windy yesterday I (or we) didn’t get anything planted. Well, she may have when she got home, but I wasn’t messing with dirt and flowers in this crazy wind. It’s much calmer this morning.

I don’t really have anything planned for today (actual Mother’s Day). Unfortunately, me and my mother are not getting along. And it’s mostly due to my youngest sister. I’m very angry at my youngest sister. For taking advantage of my brother when he was in a very vulnerable state with his mental health. It’s a long story, so I won’t go into details. But the bottom line is he signed his property over to her, then after that she kicked him off the very property he just gave to her.

Because of my mother’s own mental state, she coddles my sister and caters to her narcissism.

I’ve already discussed this with my brother and it’s been decided not to take any action against it until my mother is no longer with us. Then it’s full bore against my sister.

Anyway, because my mother caters to my sister I’m not associating with my mother. It may sound petty to people, but if you knew the family dynamics you would understand my frustrations. Apologies are supposed to come with change. My mom has apologized a couple times, but I don’t see any change. So, to me, it was just an empty apology.

Her and I have never gotten along. Not as I was growing up and not as an adult. She doesn’t appreciate my truth telling. I call things like I see them. She doesn’t like it. She always feels threatened by me, because I speak up when things aren’t right.

I owe my oldest sister a church date. I suppose I could follow through with that this morning. But I’m a little uncomfortable showing up there on Mother’s Day.

Her church is quite …… different. It’s kind of cultish to me. It’s almost… Amish. The women do not cut their hair. They style their hair in a bun. They only wear dresses and skirts. They mainly focus on the book of Acts, on the day of Pentecost, so if you get baptized at their church you should be popping up out of the water speaking in tongues. They believe heavily on the baptism of the Holy Spirit, and speaking in tongues as evidence of salvation.

I used their churches tub to be baptized. Since then they’ve been trying to get me to join their church. Man, I just wanted to be baptized as a symbol of my faith in Jesus Christ. They were practically beating me over the head that I should be speaking in tongues now. I don’t get it. And I don’t necessarily believe that everybody has the gift of tongues.

I do know the Bible says if you speak in tongues there had better be an interpreter. Or you’re only edifying yourself. Not the church (see 1 Corinthians 14).

I’m not saying I’m some kind of guru at this, I just simply don’t agree with my sister’s church on everything. And that makes it a problem.