Outside the Pigeon Holes

"Every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars..." The scars are worth what I have found at the end of the broken road. Our God, He is good.

This is something that I have always believed to be a possibility. Despite what my upbringing in evangelical Christian circles has taught me. Despite the idea we all have of perfect justice that punishes the wicked for their heinous deeds. Despite the popular idea that when you die you're SOL if you haven't signed off on your one way ticket to Heaven by accepting Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior. Deep down I have always wondered just how far the love of God will go. If I am to believe that God is all knowing and all powerful, and that His will is for no person to perish, and that according to the Bible, in the end, God's will shall prevail, how can I dismiss the possibility that God would reach into the eternal and rescue ALL of His kids? I've never been one to swallow what I am told without question. In fact many know me to press the envelope and question even what Scripture says. I have never been of the camp that takes every word in the Bible as my author...

Well, I'm not a movie star (yet) but I'm aiming to act like one...I am getting plastic surgery! On February 3rd I will go in for a tummy tuck, rhinoplasty (maybe something MJ), and hell, I think I'll finally dye my hair blond, too! Not fooling anyone am I? Ok, just having this pesky mole removed from my chin. Yay! I already like the doctor. Here was the conversation we had at the end of the consult: ME: About how much will this cost? HIM: You don't have insurance? ME: I have it but it won't be covered since it's elective surgery. There's nothing wrong with the mole. HIM: Well, these things can become cancerous. ME: I have had it looked at a couple of times, they all say it's not anything worry about. HIM: Hm. Well, I disagree. ME: You rock. HIM: I'm the man.