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What are you doing tomorrow night?
Wanna go to a concert?
Wanna help some people in Haiti?

How ’bout do both? Compassion is hosting Help Haiti LIVE tomorrow night (February 27) 7:30CT. There are tons of performers: Big Kenny, Alison Krauss with Union Station featuring Jerry Douglas, Jars of Clay, Mat Kearney, Jon Foreman, Matt Wertz, Brandon Heath, Dave Barnes, and NEEDTOBREATHE. If you’re in Nashville you can head over there but I think it’s sold out. So, you can just snuggle up on the couch and tune in LIVE on their website: HelpHaitiLive.com If you’re on twitter you can live tweet it with the hashtag #hhlive.
And if you want to do something NOW, you can bid on an autographed guitar, text DISASTER to 90999 to send $10 or donate any amount directly to Compassion’s Haiti fund.
OK. So, that’s Haiti. Now about Kenya…my friend (ok, so I’ve exchanged one paragraph of a real live conversation and I read her blog. So, I consider her a friend), Kristen from We Are That Family is going to Compassion’s next Blogger trip to Kenya. Oh, I got tears in my eyes when she announced it! She’ll be there from March 4-10 and if you don’t read her blog or have never followed one of Compassion’s trips, I encourage you to do so! It will be life-changing.

And while we’re at it, I just wanted to let you know about Compassion’s Child Survival Program. It’s so cool—they provide pre- and post-natal care for moms and babies (including skilled birth attendants), they give regular food, teach parenting classes and kids’ classes for moms and kids up to age 3. For $20 a month you can partner with one of these programs. I just started supporting one in Fauche, Haiti. You need to check it out. One of the coolest ministries I’ve seen. And it’s got me thinking about something I want to do…I need to think about it a little more. But if this touches your heart, email me. I want to talk about it.
Ok. That’s all. Lydia is pulling on my arm because we’re going to a museum with some friends today! YAY! Have a great weekend!
by oh amanda on February 25, 2010
in marriage
Last night my husband and I got into a fight. It was a pretty good one in that we both ended up rolling over in bed and going to sleep with our backs to each other. I may have even muttered, “UNBELIEVABLE.” before I turned out the light. Nothing like a good fight before you go to sleep, huh?
In fact, I don’t think I slept very well last night because of it. Anyway, early this morning (like 5:25am, when Asa woke) I was laying in bed wondering if my husband was awake and recalling last night’s mean words. I wanted to make up. I wanted to say something nice but I couldn’t. I kept thinking, “It was MORE his fault!” Then I remembered something our pastor shared a few weeks ago.
He used to do counseling–marriage and whatever else came his way. He said he was terrible at it because he’s not very…empathetic. (His words, not mine.) So usually when a woman would be going on and on about how horrible her husband was behaving, he’d hand her a piece of paper and say, “Draw a pie chart with two pieces—one piece to show how much of this chaos is your husband’s fault. And the other piece to show how much is your fault.” He said every single time the charts ended up looking like this:

And although this may be completely accurate (as I’m sure it was last night!), there’s still a portion that is MY FAULT. And really, this is the only piece of the pie I can do anything about. Is reminding my husband he’s at fault going to help him? Nagging him? Telling him I’m NOT at fault? Nope. It’s only going to add to the mess.
So, I finally decided to suck it up and roll to the middle. I backed myself into his arms and said, “Sorry about last night.” He said, “It’s ok.” And it was over. Just like that. Forgotten? Probably not. Still need to be talked about? Maybe. Forgiven? Totally.
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