"Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me"
I remember these words being chanted on the playground from my childhood.
It wasn't until I was older that I realized how untrue those words are.
The scars of painful words leave a lasting imprint upon our lives.
It seems we so carelessly use our words these days, that we don't take the time to reflect on the ramifications of them.
"There is one who speaks rashly like the thrusts of a sword,
But the tongue of the wise brings healing".
Proverbs 12:18
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
You Is Kind, You Is Smart, You Is Important....
I was rocking my grandson last night and saying to him, "you is kind, you is smart, you is important".....
He went back home to Washington today and my sister sent me a message saying that he was playing all by himself and she heard him say, "you is kind, you is smart, you is important".
Oh the impact of words we can have in each others lives.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue
Proverbs 18:21
He went back home to Washington today and my sister sent me a message saying that he was playing all by himself and she heard him say, "you is kind, you is smart, you is important".
Oh the impact of words we can have in each others lives.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue
Proverbs 18:21
Monday, March 12, 2012
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head.....
Well... not really on my head, but on my rooftop. I am laying in bed in the quiet of the evening listening to the rain.
It brings back such memories from growing up on the homestead. I remember laying in my little bunk, with its one pink sheet and pink blanket, listening to the rain pounding away outside, through my clear plastic poly window.
It was such a soothing feeling. Knowing I was safely tucked inside, warm and dry while the rain pounded the roof at times like pellets.
Rain reminds me of many things:
Moose season was in August. It always rained. I remember one particular season. The year was 1967. I was left home to babysit my 7 sibling while my parents went out to catch the meat for the family for the year. I was missing my parents so much that I wrote them a letter and our neighbors (Engebretsens) who were going out moose hunting took the letter from me and stuck it on a branch of a tree in a path that my parents would cross during their one week stay out in the woods for the hunt. My parents brought the letter home and I still have it all intact, even with the envelope with the two holes in it that were made to hold the envelope on the branch. It sits in one of my memory boxes.
Rolling Hills Bible Camp: A camp for kids that our church sponsored. It always rained. But, somehow it made it more enjoyable for the kids. Especially if they got to ride the four wheeler in the MUD! I don't think we as adults enjoyed it as much, but hey, it was camp time!
MUD: I lived all around mud. It rained and the paths and dirt roads were muddy. My dad would get stuck so many times in our vehicle. We would have to wait for our dear neighbors to pull us out with their swamp buggy, or all climb out and put boards under the tires and push. Needless to say, we always had a few chucks of mud on us on many different occasions.
Mom: She would lay boards down the hill for us so we could walk on them to the school bus and not get our shoes or clothes all muddy. Oh the things my mom did for us when we were growing up.
Besides the special memories that rain resurrects in my heart, there is something about the freshness and cleanness it brings. The smell after rain is one of my favorites.
As the wind howls tonight and the rain pelts down, I am as snug as a bug, safely tucked inside my home, reminiscing about my childhood.
Thankful that I have so many memories and it doesn't take much to bring them to the forefront of my heart.
It brings back such memories from growing up on the homestead. I remember laying in my little bunk, with its one pink sheet and pink blanket, listening to the rain pounding away outside, through my clear plastic poly window.
It was such a soothing feeling. Knowing I was safely tucked inside, warm and dry while the rain pounded the roof at times like pellets.
Rain reminds me of many things:
Moose season was in August. It always rained. I remember one particular season. The year was 1967. I was left home to babysit my 7 sibling while my parents went out to catch the meat for the family for the year. I was missing my parents so much that I wrote them a letter and our neighbors (Engebretsens) who were going out moose hunting took the letter from me and stuck it on a branch of a tree in a path that my parents would cross during their one week stay out in the woods for the hunt. My parents brought the letter home and I still have it all intact, even with the envelope with the two holes in it that were made to hold the envelope on the branch. It sits in one of my memory boxes.
Rolling Hills Bible Camp: A camp for kids that our church sponsored. It always rained. But, somehow it made it more enjoyable for the kids. Especially if they got to ride the four wheeler in the MUD! I don't think we as adults enjoyed it as much, but hey, it was camp time!
MUD: I lived all around mud. It rained and the paths and dirt roads were muddy. My dad would get stuck so many times in our vehicle. We would have to wait for our dear neighbors to pull us out with their swamp buggy, or all climb out and put boards under the tires and push. Needless to say, we always had a few chucks of mud on us on many different occasions.
Mom: She would lay boards down the hill for us so we could walk on them to the school bus and not get our shoes or clothes all muddy. Oh the things my mom did for us when we were growing up.
Besides the special memories that rain resurrects in my heart, there is something about the freshness and cleanness it brings. The smell after rain is one of my favorites.
As the wind howls tonight and the rain pelts down, I am as snug as a bug, safely tucked inside my home, reminiscing about my childhood.
Thankful that I have so many memories and it doesn't take much to bring them to the forefront of my heart.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
The Broken, Tear Soaked Path....
I've been down this familiar path before.... the well worn, tear soaked muddy path. The former footprints are still faintly visible, encased in some dry patches of dirt.
Some paths are full of joy and some of sorrow. We each walk many of them every day. Today, I find one of mine is full of much tears. It isn't a path of my own choosing, but I path I have been place on never the less. In time, I will be able to share more.
The Lord sees, the Lord hears. He is our Rock! I am so thankful I have Him to cry out to, and hold on to during this "muddy path" season. He will see each of us through to the other side. He has always been, will be, and continue to be faithful.
Although the footprints I will leave on this path will not be without tears and sorrow, may they leave a testimony of His GRACE.
Some paths are full of joy and some of sorrow. We each walk many of them every day. Today, I find one of mine is full of much tears. It isn't a path of my own choosing, but I path I have been place on never the less. In time, I will be able to share more.
The Lord sees, the Lord hears. He is our Rock! I am so thankful I have Him to cry out to, and hold on to during this "muddy path" season. He will see each of us through to the other side. He has always been, will be, and continue to be faithful.
Although the footprints I will leave on this path will not be without tears and sorrow, may they leave a testimony of His GRACE.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
A Weighty Matter....
I crack up every time I hear the commercial from Suzanne Sommers, " if you are a women, over 40 and fat, it is NOT your fault"
Don't know where she gets her knowledge, but I can assure you, there is not much truth to the statement above.
One of the main issues I have dealt with my whole adult life has been my weight. I can truthfully say, that it is no one else's fault that those pounds creep up on me, but my own.
There are so many different programs out there. Which one is the best? The one that works for you! I have found weight watchers to be the perfect program for me.
But the program only works, or any program only works if I remain consistant and self disciplined and live with moderation. It is a lifestyle, not a "diet", not a "I am going to eat right for the next 8 months because my 40th class reunion is coming up".
There is much in my heart that I still want to do in my lifetime. I want to be healthy and strong enough to accomplish all that the Lord has for me in the future and now. I am not asking for a "Barbie" figure, just a healthy one. That is my goal. To bring honor to the Lord and a testimony of His grace.
I wish my sin was not so evident for all the world to see, but it is. I repent, and go on and know that He is faithful to hear the cries of my heart and help me AGAIN to find victory.
The Lord's grace is there for me and for all of us who struggle in this area of our lives.
Don't know where she gets her knowledge, but I can assure you, there is not much truth to the statement above.
One of the main issues I have dealt with my whole adult life has been my weight. I can truthfully say, that it is no one else's fault that those pounds creep up on me, but my own.
There are so many different programs out there. Which one is the best? The one that works for you! I have found weight watchers to be the perfect program for me.
But the program only works, or any program only works if I remain consistant and self disciplined and live with moderation. It is a lifestyle, not a "diet", not a "I am going to eat right for the next 8 months because my 40th class reunion is coming up".
There is much in my heart that I still want to do in my lifetime. I want to be healthy and strong enough to accomplish all that the Lord has for me in the future and now. I am not asking for a "Barbie" figure, just a healthy one. That is my goal. To bring honor to the Lord and a testimony of His grace.
I wish my sin was not so evident for all the world to see, but it is. I repent, and go on and know that He is faithful to hear the cries of my heart and help me AGAIN to find victory.
The Lord's grace is there for me and for all of us who struggle in this area of our lives.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Psalms 62:5-6
My soul waits in silence for God only:
For my hope is from Him.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not be shaken.
Hope is a wonderful gift. There are many hopes I carry within my heart. I again, bring them before the Lord and lay them before Him. It's the waiting in "silence" that is the hardest :}
For my hope is from Him.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not be shaken.
Hope is a wonderful gift. There are many hopes I carry within my heart. I again, bring them before the Lord and lay them before Him. It's the waiting in "silence" that is the hardest :}
Saturday, February 4, 2012
A Trip Down Melancholic Lane....
As I was waiting to board a flight today, I was glancing out into the waiting area and saw a family with small children. They reminded me of our little family when we were raising our 3 little kiddies.
I wanted to step back in time, and redo it. Redo their childhood years and:
cuddle them more
worry less about the "clean" house and let them have fun
care less about what people thought
not trying to make them "perfect"
not trying myself to be the "perfect" parent
minister GRACE, abundant Grace and less legalism
There is so much I wish I could redo and not have let the moments pass without cherishing and appreciating each one. It seems like when the children are small, we are so caught up in the everyday things that need to be done. Laundry, dishes, meals, etc... I wish I would of taken the time to be and enjoy each moment with my kiddies...
I have often wondered why the Lord gives us children when we are young and selfish and immature and lack wisdom. I know one reason why we have them when we are young, because we are too tired when we are older to handle the demands of continuous action and questions.
I know the Lord redeems. I know He has covered all my mistakes and errors as a parent and sees my heart as I cry out before Him on behalf of each of my children. I know this, and yet, there is still a part of my heart that weeps over it. I wish I was tucking them in their cribs and bunks tonight with much laughter and kisses and hugs and reading and prayers. Jessica with her Teddy. Mike with Duke, and Laura with her monkey.
I wanted to step back in time, and redo it. Redo their childhood years and:
cuddle them more
worry less about the "clean" house and let them have fun
care less about what people thought
not trying to make them "perfect"
not trying myself to be the "perfect" parent
minister GRACE, abundant Grace and less legalism
There is so much I wish I could redo and not have let the moments pass without cherishing and appreciating each one. It seems like when the children are small, we are so caught up in the everyday things that need to be done. Laundry, dishes, meals, etc... I wish I would of taken the time to be and enjoy each moment with my kiddies...
I have often wondered why the Lord gives us children when we are young and selfish and immature and lack wisdom. I know one reason why we have them when we are young, because we are too tired when we are older to handle the demands of continuous action and questions.
I know the Lord redeems. I know He has covered all my mistakes and errors as a parent and sees my heart as I cry out before Him on behalf of each of my children. I know this, and yet, there is still a part of my heart that weeps over it. I wish I was tucking them in their cribs and bunks tonight with much laughter and kisses and hugs and reading and prayers. Jessica with her Teddy. Mike with Duke, and Laura with her monkey.
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