Mission: Reconciliation

reconciliation [rek-uhn-sil-ee-ey-shuhn]

— vb  (usually foll by to )
1.	to make (oneself or another) no longer opposed; cause toacquiesce in something  unpleasant: she reconciled herself topoverty
2.	to become friendly with (someone) after estrangement or tore-establish friendly  relations between (two or more people)
3.	to settle (a quarrel or difference)
4.	to make (two apparently conflicting things) compatible orconsistent with each other

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I am on a mission. As stated in a prior posting, I have been running from things. My contentment has gone to pot, and I believe that this is partially the reasoning behind it. God doesn't call us to be cowards. He tells us to step out in faith and trust Him, to love those who don't act like they should to us, to love and be kind to our enemies, and fix our wrong-doings and check our emotions before the sun goes down (Ephesians 4:26-27).
I, um, haven't exactly been doing this lately...

So today, I stepped up to the plate. I wanted to knock two birds out with one stone right from the get-go but was only able to tackle down one.... I went to church at First Baptist of Picayune this morning. There was hope to see the Haselmaiers, but they were not attending the morning worship service. And you know what? I was kind of excited getting ready this morning about going to church next door.

Other that that, I am planning on stopping by the Haselmaiers sometime this week. And I am planning on baking cookies, wheat rolls, or both for the neighbors next door. They acted so ugly to me after I politely asked Mrs. Shirley not to smoke in her apartment because it flows over to mine. Truth be told, I still smell it from time to time. They refuse to speak to me, look at me, acknowledge me. But you know what, I am about to burst through their walls of defense and stir things up. If they act ugly, that is their call. There will probably be more reconciling in the near future, as I am making a decision that will tick people off. Again, the way they react is in their own hands, and I plan to be as professional, as polite, and as loving as humanly possible. And if they cannot understand my actions, ... I will do my best to reconcile the problems.

I am tired of being a wimp. Actually, the thought of being a wimp makes me want to vomit. It is the reason that I push myself above and beyond the things that I don't want to do. It is the reason that I run further than I should at times, the reason that I work harder and do things that I am scared to do sometimes, and the reason that I work so much harder at whatever the task or sport may be around a bunch of guys.... this female loves beating a male of any kind. :) Why? Because females might be weaker in a lot of ways that guys aren't, but I so want to disprove as many of those as I can. Now is the time that I face this wimpy issues dead-on and head-on. Reconciliation... This is for me and my God.