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Yowza what a week.  I am leaving my comments on here for a few days and then I am shutting down my site (as if it really matters!)  I have seen the damage that a few moments of talk can do...  One thing that Ken objected to about these xanga sites was that we start out being "public" in our words, and then it really turns into a personal journal, revealing maybe more about our personal thoughts and opinions than it should.  That's not always bad, and sometimes it is probably beneficial....but in my case, I tend to be impulsive and raw anyhow.  He tried to warn me, but I ignored it!  I have kept personal journals for years, since I was a young child, and I think they are a wonderful thing for posterity...as we work through difficulties and victories, it is a record of what God has done in our lives.  Another bad thing about xanga, FOR ME, ...is that I'm writing stuff that I normally would write in my journal.  This stuff will end up in cyberspace, not my great-grandchildren's hands (if it makes it that far or anybody cares!)  Personal journaling and Emailing is an awesome tool, and I think that for me, are both better choices than this public forum.  My heart breaks at the thought of hurting the body of Christ or anyone, yet I am capable of that and have done that many times in my life....and 99.9% of the time that has been done with my mouth.  Hmmm.  I eat too much and I talk too much.  Jesus talked about cutting off your offending member.  Maybe we could wire my jaws shut!  That would probably do me a whole lot of good.  I am so grateful to the Lord for the keen knowledge that I have, that if I were not redeemed by His precious blood, I would be in so much trouble -- honestly, I believe I would be in a gutter, in jail, or dead if my flesh were ruling me completely and I did not have my precious Savior loving me and holding me in His arms.  I'm one of those sheep who has to be picked up a lot.  God gave me a tough Mama and a sweet Daddy, and then He gave me a tough husband who loves me so sweet (even when I'm insane!)....  God has blessed me, my, my, I cannot believe it....I am the most blessed woman on this planet.

Currently Reading Humble Pie: St. Benedict's Ladder of Humility By Carol Bonomo see related

Alright, here goes.  Some of you have been following my son's site and have gotten wind of their opinions and my responses and comments as well concerning our former church.  I would not even write about this on this site except that I pray that all will aspects will be covered and that I can do anything I can to undo damage, and some are monitoring my site for news ......

If you don't already know about this, then just ignore and go on because you won't find out anything more about it here. 

Concerning my comments on Jon's site Thursday...I had just learned about events of Wednesday night and was very, very grieved about what occurred as well as the events of this last year.  Our family has been through way more than I can express, before we made these comments.  The bottom line is, none of you commenting were in these meetings either, but you also have not walked in our shoes or seen our perspective, been gossiped about as our family has for the past year, or inquired into that side of it.

I was wrong to comment in a forum that could go into a public arena.  i never expected it to be broadcast in a way that anyone would be hurt from it.  No one that knows this situation has ever read these blogs until it became wildfire yesterday and today.  Aside from any feelings or opinions, however, it was still the wrong thing for me to do because I did not control my tongue or my emotions.  In the moment of taking up an offense, I was not thinking about the consequences of my words.

I am asking for those on both sides of this issue to forgive me, because it did damage to both and was not beneficial to either.  Because I did it on this blog, I am confessing on this blog.  Where I accused those of not being Biblical, I myself was not being Biblical in doing what the Lord laid out for us in Matthew 18.  I would appreciate any of you who have told others about this blog to please ask them to view my response, as I will not be commenting again about it publicly.  However, I am very willing to talk to anyone privately about my sin.

Thank you, Rose Norton 

Currently Reading Dr. Bernstein's Diabetes Solution: The Complete Guide to Achieving Normal Blood Sugars Revised & Updated By Richard K. Bernstein see related

I cannot sleep tonight because of a girl who is suffering, possibly because of my own diatribes...  we Norton people tend to get passionate about what we believe in, making no bones about it. But  I can't stand the thought that I would hurt an innocent person (or puppy, for that matter).  Sometimes, too, I do or say things (that I might not should do or say) because I am trying to protect someone or because I have this strong sense of justice that rises up in my soul.  The Amazon Woman emerges!  Ask Ken sometime about my parking-lot encounter with someone trying to "steal" my car.  I hate injustice and I hate to see people hurt, especially emotionally.  If they break their arm, hey, just wrap it up or whatever.....but if somebody hurts their feelings or someone tramples on their heart, man, I'm Williamina Wallace with a mace. 

Anyway, if anybody knew how tired I was, they'd put me away somewhere.  I suspect Liz knows...but she's covering for me. 

Why does life have to be such a soap opera all the time?  As Ken was watching the Braves tonight, I was thinking, these guys just get up there and hit the ball, field the ball, chew their cud and start over tomorrow.  I've got the huge task of hauling my carcass out of the bed, figuring out what we are going to eat today, making sure my kids have school, answer the 20 calls that come in, have my quiet time, do my Bible study, mop up puppy pee, avert several world disasters, wipe the countertop 40 times a day, paint something, fold laundry, iron shirts for Ken, worry about Jonathan, then Daniel, then Jesse, then Liz.  Take Jesse to ball practice, pick up groceries, answer Ken's nextel calls at 8:30, 11:30 and 4:30 (I think he gets hungry at those times), worry about my kids some more, cry out to God for the 75th time today, hug a friend who is despairing, deactivate 3 nuclear bombs,  get my reading fix in for the day, unload the dishwasher twice, take a nap, talk to my sister at least twice, talk to my Mom, stare at the kitchen floor and think strongly about mopping it (I'll think about it tomorrow), have guilt over ignoring Jesse & Liz for most of the morning while they agonize over their school, call the doctor, balance the checkbook, stare at the picture of Ken at the beach (we are there, we are there), worry about my kids, forget most of what I am supposed to do, check my email 40 times, surf the web, check my blood sugar, eat cookies, read my diet book.  I'll think about it tomorrow.