The claddagh represents love (heart) friendship (hands) and loyalty (crown). I’ve already decided that i want this to be my wedding band. I already have two in silver, one with a red stone given to be my by mother that I never want away from me. If i take it off, I expect to have it back in a few hours. The second has a white stone, given to me by my sister for Christmas. It’s too big for me and I don’t usually have it on. I confess that it’s my surrogate whenever I take off the one my mother gave me. My mother’s gift has been battered, bruised, lost and found countless times, nervously chewed on, consistently subjected to attempted forced removal by friends, family and pet cats alike, used to open cans, to scratch persistent itches from wearing rings forever, switched from hand to hand – it’s experienced everything with me. True to its meaning, it’s been a loyal piece of jewelry for 5 years now.

I think it’s really cool, too, that 1) I can’t escape the Irish theme that I’ve grown up with – Irish bands tend to be among my most listened to songs – who would have guessed? – and 2) my mother gave it to me. Mother to eldest daughter. On a whim, because she knew I like hearts, and this one has a crown! – but how lucky that that happened! It almost guarantees that I’ll have Irish influences in my wedding! And that my eldest daughter will be getting one when she’s 20, and my eldest son will get my pocket watch when he’s 17. Yes. That will happen. My boy will be a man with a dank pocket watch and us girls will have claddagh, to represent our loyalty to parents and spouse.

I’m not engaged, or even in a relationship, so why am I even thinking about this? I could give a few reasons. None quite flow together.  Really, it’s all justifications for a thought. A rather persistent thought these days, but a mere thought nonetheless. Still, why so much so for this post?

I’ve constantly been told to pray for my future boyfriend, maybe-husband. To pray for what I want in one, and what I expect him to be like grow into, and to be able to grow with him. I’ve occasionally attempted to come up with these characteristics that I’d like. I haven’t been able to decide. I read Sadie’s story today, and it got me thinking about it again. But it takes it further than I went. To pray for him before we meet. To pray for his spiritual well-being and growth, to lend him strength when he needs it.  To keep him in mind and in heart when I pray for my own family and friends, keeping his own in prayer as well. To prepare us for each other in a timing.

I know what I want my marriage to be like, but what do I want my husband to be like?

More thought needs to be put into him.



Recipes and lifestyle changes – Recipe for Recipe?

It’s been a while since I did a food/ recipe related post. it’s been age, and I’m feeling the loss. With my mother and brother deciding that they’re going on two different (but really, they’re really similar) diets, and my father adamant that Meat of any kind must be present at every meal, and me with my PCOS, that’s caused a million arguments before and after diagnosis, and my sister, just wanting food, (whew!) really, I’m a little disappointed in myself that I haven’t been posting anything.

I did make a batch of eggless oat cookies, and they taste really good, and no one but me knew they’re eggless. I find strange enjoyment in sneaking new food ideas to my family. I still have a couple so they last a while.  You really only need two or three in a serving!

I made a couple of tweaks, cuz there were things that we didn’t have, or that I thought might make a difference

  • I didn’t have nuts that I wanted to put in it, so I just ditched that.
  • No sugar, so i used agave syrup and halved the amount.
  • No cinnamon, substituted nutmeg
  • And I used apple cider vinegar.

It makes for pretty good handrolled cookies. It was a bit sticky, but using a spoon wasn’t gonna work for me. I tried. So I dealt with the sticky. It wasn’t that much of a big deal.

Thing is that the recipe said it makes 44, but  I got 22. So maybe I doubled a bit while I was rolling them out?

But as awesome as this recipe is, it can only go so far for me. I need more than just snacks. I’d really like to change my eating to suit my PCOS needs, but I want to focus on homemade recipes. And I think it may be best to find things that are easily found in tropical regions. Anyone have suggestions?

Re: Kim Davis

I may not necessarily be the most appropriate one to take a stand here, or have an opinion, or have anything to do this with issue that comes to me from foreign via several social media outlets.

Personally, I sort of feel that way. But at the same time, knowing that my little twin island nation is getting pressured by natives of different countries at the doors of the consulates representing us overseas, to change our laws concerning the LGBT+  community, while keeping in mind the conservative and traditional mindset of most of the people here – it’s hard not to see Mrs. Davis’ case and wonder what will happen within the next five years here, in a country where society and religion exist together, or at least alongside each other.

Religious practice in any form is like 50% of social activity here.

I remember a few weeks back, our church had a Friday night discussion about the Church and the State. Naturally, legal issues came up. Naturally most were unaware of everything going on outside our borders, or even within them. Naturally, most were scared and, sadly – terrifyingly – close to rioting.

Teaching and learning how to reach this community, when some have been raised in Christian homes, and saw a God that rejected them is gonna be hard.

But Mrs. Davis.

In cases like Mrs. Davis’ own, I think it’s easy to put ourselves in that situation. Would we count the cost of following Christ? Would we just obey the law of the land, while keeping a silent tongue in our heads? Would we resign?

Honestly, I’m not sure what I’d do. We could say one thing, mean another.


Most of the articles and blog posts I’m coming across either report it, or denounce the woman, and bringing up her past. One even stuck in the point that the privileged, if denied once, would cry persecution. As a white, straight, Christian woman, she would have gotten quite a few perks. This is that one denial.

I think that’s one thing that sticks with me, and I just can’t get past it. Sure she did those things. She hasn’t denied her past. But she has moved past it. Because with God, she was able to. Her past is a testimony of God’s power and love, and the reason she became such a faithful person. It’s not like she was the woman she is today, and still went through the divorces, despite her Christianity. It’s not like her religion was hiding her past, getting into all those things she’s reaccused of, while getting sanctimonious on Sundays. And even if she did, I’m sure that’s her anymore. She repented and saw the faults of her past and gave them to God, who blessed her with the one husband who stands with her during this hailstorm of hate.

It’s true that God loves us humans, regardless. It’s true that Jesus was friend to sinners and outcasts. But it’s also true that He changed them. They may not have been accepted by society after their change. Their pasts would have remained in the minds of the community. But God still accepted them fully, made them wholesome and renewed for their belief.

I admire Mrs. Davis though.

As a young Christian, I have a ways to go. To risk her career, her reputation, and her family for her belief is a dangerous move, by worldly standards. But God calls for our whole hearts. To deny ourselves. To put Him first. And she’s doing that. Amidst the hatred and scorn she’s receiving, she’s doing that.

– Kaye~