My life is deeply rich in so many ways
First Swim Lessons
Jon and Sarah go swimming for the first time with their school classes -
so thankful that I can go and watch them.
the Words we say
I asked God to show me who to love. Who needed a cheerful smile, a thought, a compliment, a friend or a plate of cookies.
He opened my eyes and I am overwhelmed by how many are afflicted and needing a friend. Needing a hand around their shoulder. A hug. A word of encouragement.
I said Hi to my neighbor yesterday. Asked how things were going. He replied and then offered to snow shovel my driveway. Boggled my mind. We hardly ever speak but yet a friendly exchange of words led to that.
I took cookies to a sister who was recovering from surgery. I've admired this women for years...and felt she had no interest in being my friend. But she invited me back to visit with her. Without cookies. Without children.
I've been suffering myself from Lack of good words. I swear at my children and yell and I can't seem to get through to them without being that way. It always results in me being loud and angry. I've been reading a book that is teaching me to use words to bless my children. Words to encourage. Words to support. Words to sustain them with.
Why is it that positive words are so effective? Have you ever held onto that love note or card from someone who cares about you? Children yearn for the affection from their parents. Spouses wait for that word of appreciation from their partners.
Even in fairy tales....Sleeping beauty was effected by the curse of a wicked witch and blessed by the words of loving good fairies. Their words could not be undone once spoken.
In the scriptures....Issac was tricked into giving the birthright blessing to his second son. It was known that that blessing was powerful and real and would effect the rest of their lives.
In real life.... my children were fighting in the car and refused to buckle up. Instead of yelling like usual I wisely picked my words and said..."You are a good boy Jon. You can make good choices". Immediately he sat up and put his seat belt on. In that moment the children noticed that something was different and they turned to look at me and to hear whatever I might say next. I told them that I was happy with them for getting ready for school on time and finding their belongings without my help. I told them I was so glad that I was their mommy and that I was blessed to have them as my children.
We can curse someone or bless them with our words.
"A careless word may kindle strife,
A cruel word may wreck a life,
A timely word may lessen stress,
A loving word may heal and bless."
-- Author Unknown
He opened my eyes and I am overwhelmed by how many are afflicted and needing a friend. Needing a hand around their shoulder. A hug. A word of encouragement.
I said Hi to my neighbor yesterday. Asked how things were going. He replied and then offered to snow shovel my driveway. Boggled my mind. We hardly ever speak but yet a friendly exchange of words led to that.
I took cookies to a sister who was recovering from surgery. I've admired this women for years...and felt she had no interest in being my friend. But she invited me back to visit with her. Without cookies. Without children.
I've been suffering myself from Lack of good words. I swear at my children and yell and I can't seem to get through to them without being that way. It always results in me being loud and angry. I've been reading a book that is teaching me to use words to bless my children. Words to encourage. Words to support. Words to sustain them with.
Why is it that positive words are so effective? Have you ever held onto that love note or card from someone who cares about you? Children yearn for the affection from their parents. Spouses wait for that word of appreciation from their partners.
Even in fairy tales....Sleeping beauty was effected by the curse of a wicked witch and blessed by the words of loving good fairies. Their words could not be undone once spoken.
In the scriptures....Issac was tricked into giving the birthright blessing to his second son. It was known that that blessing was powerful and real and would effect the rest of their lives.
In real life.... my children were fighting in the car and refused to buckle up. Instead of yelling like usual I wisely picked my words and said..."You are a good boy Jon. You can make good choices". Immediately he sat up and put his seat belt on. In that moment the children noticed that something was different and they turned to look at me and to hear whatever I might say next. I told them that I was happy with them for getting ready for school on time and finding their belongings without my help. I told them I was so glad that I was their mommy and that I was blessed to have them as my children.
We can curse someone or bless them with our words.
"A careless word may kindle strife,
A cruel word may wreck a life,
A timely word may lessen stress,
A loving word may heal and bless."
-- Author Unknown
take a number and sit in the waiting room...
Waiting - The act of remaining inactive or stationary.
An infant car seat sits in the storage room. It's just there taking up space. I haven't thrown it out or given it to someone in need. It's the "what if" we want another child... that prevents me from doing anything.
I can't just get rid of it. It would be like shutting a book on the final chapter. No more babies. The kids keep getting older. I keep getting older. The clock keeps ticking and the memory book keeps adding pages.
I recently had an emotional bump in the road. I went into a panic attack and immediately threw up some defense mechanisms which always results in me picking apart my life and trying to find better ways to keep my happiness intact and fend off those trying to take my peace of mind. Looking back on the past few weeks I've realized that I'm the one that is okay. The others involved are immature and don't know how to handle life situations. They haven't learned healthy ways of communicating. I don't need to change my life to fit around theirs.
Ignorance is bliss they say but some things you can't ignore and you are forced to deal with it. Once again it has boiled down to compassion and understanding. There is no right or wrong side but lots of past history shaping opinions and feelings and emotions. While I can't fix their problems or what they think of me I can control how much I let them into my life and allow them to take away from me. Now that...is peace of mind.
So into the storage box you go!! I've put this matter into a safe place next to the empty infant car seat. You are still there but I don't have to deal with it right now. I will take you out and deal with you when I am able to. It's not my problem and I do not own it. In the meantime I'm going to stop re-evaluating my life and how I can make you happy.
For where I have been and where I am headed....this is a huge step for me.
An infant car seat sits in the storage room. It's just there taking up space. I haven't thrown it out or given it to someone in need. It's the "what if" we want another child... that prevents me from doing anything.
I can't just get rid of it. It would be like shutting a book on the final chapter. No more babies. The kids keep getting older. I keep getting older. The clock keeps ticking and the memory book keeps adding pages.
I recently had an emotional bump in the road. I went into a panic attack and immediately threw up some defense mechanisms which always results in me picking apart my life and trying to find better ways to keep my happiness intact and fend off those trying to take my peace of mind. Looking back on the past few weeks I've realized that I'm the one that is okay. The others involved are immature and don't know how to handle life situations. They haven't learned healthy ways of communicating. I don't need to change my life to fit around theirs.
Ignorance is bliss they say but some things you can't ignore and you are forced to deal with it. Once again it has boiled down to compassion and understanding. There is no right or wrong side but lots of past history shaping opinions and feelings and emotions. While I can't fix their problems or what they think of me I can control how much I let them into my life and allow them to take away from me. Now that...is peace of mind.
So into the storage box you go!! I've put this matter into a safe place next to the empty infant car seat. You are still there but I don't have to deal with it right now. I will take you out and deal with you when I am able to. It's not my problem and I do not own it. In the meantime I'm going to stop re-evaluating my life and how I can make you happy.
For where I have been and where I am headed....this is a huge step for me.
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