And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made
perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my
infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take
pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in
distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
Wow. This scripture came through on the end of a Steph Kliber email. It really spoke to me and I am going to meditate on it for a few days. I shall boast in my infirmities that the power of Christ may rest upon me! How many of us know the first line by heart but rarely take note of the second sentence!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Proud Mommy
Misty is a natural. It is truly amazing to see motherhood kick in. She went from young girl to wise Mom in just a few hours. It seems you can see it on her face even. She's aged. As only motherhood can do. She is so content with her little brood. Purring like mad and making "butter" with her paws as they nurse contentedly. Motherhood. Is there anything else!?!
I realized...
I realized full force yesterday that we think we know each other and we don't. I mean, we really think we do but we really, really don't. I think you have to know someone for years and years until you even know them a little bit. But we think we know each other, we form opinions about people and get ideas about them and think they are "this way" or "that way" and guess what? 9 times out of 10 we are likely wrong.
I got this when listening to someone totally peg me wrong yesterday. It was typical. They did it so sweetly but I realized that through our blogs, small conversations, emails...that we all begin to PERCEIVE each other in a certain way. Normally NOT accurate.
So, now I realize for all of my trying to talk to people long enough, or in enough detail to show them the TRUTH of who I am instead of the misconception, that is not me who is being the things they may perceive me as. It might actually be actually THEM. So this is an interesting train of thought I am going through.
Why do we think we know each other? Why can't people just LOVE unconditionally without putting other people in a box with a label? Out of all the things people think I may be, one would NOT be putting people in boxes with labels. Yesterday I realized for the first time, that I am being judged much more harshly than others think I may be judging. It's funny really and comforting to know that my "big personality" causes a very strong opinion to be formed that is not true. Comforting to realize it can't be helped really. We all do it. And for those of you, if you're reading this, that may have held me at arm's length, I am sorry for our separation. I LIKE you! (no, I am NOT talking about any one person, I am talking about the universal you, which may or may not include you)
It's ironic and actually funny that I am so strongly convicted about some matters that seem to make people crazy for whatever reason and yet my even stronger belief in the truth of familial authority trumps any idea that someone may have of my saying they should be doing the thing too. YOU are the authority in your own home. I do not care if you do x, y, or z because YOU get to decide, not ME. I love your families with a power that is not my own, I am IN LOVE with people, not consumed with what they do or don't do. Why does it bug YOU that I believe x, y or z? Isn't that a judgement in itself? I don't preach it or teach it but it still comes through? Puhleeze, you ASK and I ANSWER. That's about it.
But anyway, I got thinking about this when this poor person went on completely wrong about me. I thought it was sad that they thought the thing about me....that they perceived me to be something I was not. But how do you undo something someone thinks in a 2 minutes of conversation? When they also formed an opinion in as much time? No matter, really. The important thing is that I keep on my own walk, reforming, reforming, until the day of Christ. Loving people, living my convictions, allowing them to be changed (anyone note Kate in nursery???? Insanity!).
But I won't pretend to know you...I will just really love you, just the way you are.
I got this when listening to someone totally peg me wrong yesterday. It was typical. They did it so sweetly but I realized that through our blogs, small conversations, emails...that we all begin to PERCEIVE each other in a certain way. Normally NOT accurate.
So, now I realize for all of my trying to talk to people long enough, or in enough detail to show them the TRUTH of who I am instead of the misconception, that is not me who is being the things they may perceive me as. It might actually be actually THEM. So this is an interesting train of thought I am going through.
Why do we think we know each other? Why can't people just LOVE unconditionally without putting other people in a box with a label? Out of all the things people think I may be, one would NOT be putting people in boxes with labels. Yesterday I realized for the first time, that I am being judged much more harshly than others think I may be judging. It's funny really and comforting to know that my "big personality" causes a very strong opinion to be formed that is not true. Comforting to realize it can't be helped really. We all do it. And for those of you, if you're reading this, that may have held me at arm's length, I am sorry for our separation. I LIKE you! (no, I am NOT talking about any one person, I am talking about the universal you, which may or may not include you)
It's ironic and actually funny that I am so strongly convicted about some matters that seem to make people crazy for whatever reason and yet my even stronger belief in the truth of familial authority trumps any idea that someone may have of my saying they should be doing the thing too. YOU are the authority in your own home. I do not care if you do x, y, or z because YOU get to decide, not ME. I love your families with a power that is not my own, I am IN LOVE with people, not consumed with what they do or don't do. Why does it bug YOU that I believe x, y or z? Isn't that a judgement in itself? I don't preach it or teach it but it still comes through? Puhleeze, you ASK and I ANSWER. That's about it.
But anyway, I got thinking about this when this poor person went on completely wrong about me. I thought it was sad that they thought the thing about me....that they perceived me to be something I was not. But how do you undo something someone thinks in a 2 minutes of conversation? When they also formed an opinion in as much time? No matter, really. The important thing is that I keep on my own walk, reforming, reforming, until the day of Christ. Loving people, living my convictions, allowing them to be changed (anyone note Kate in nursery???? Insanity!).
But I won't pretend to know you...I will just really love you, just the way you are.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
4 Little Blessings
As a good friend told me today....life goes on! ;) These kittens are a good reminder!
I just can't do it!
DeNIAL. DeNIAL. DeNIAL.
I just cannot do another one. I CAN'T! I caaaaaaannnnn't.
PLEASE don't make me. I know I am whining. I know how old I am.
But honestly, I just can't. So....I guess we'll see.
You either all have to somehow get me throught two more ( and end in summer)
or, I just shut down the whole operation right now.
Ugh! The pain! I know it seems like not a big deal in the realm of importance but honestly, it feels like a train on my shoulders. I haven't even picked it up and tried to pull it, now I can't even get on and ride.
5 days until D-Day. Somebody shoot me! Hey that reminds me of this classic scene in the wedding singer where he sings this song to Drew Barrymore. It's hilarious. You have to have seen it to appreciate the lines that went:
Somebody kill me please
Somebody kill me please
I'm on my knees
pretty pretty please
Kill me
I want to die
Put a bullet in my heaaaaaaaaaaaad.
Sorry to say that is pretty much how I'm feeling.
I would have posted the youtube but there were a LOT of cuss words in the beginning.
Hear the Plunky guitar sound of The Cure meets Adam Sandler. FUnny!!! (who remembers The Cure? Fantastic!)
I just cannot do another one. I CAN'T! I caaaaaaannnnn't.
PLEASE don't make me. I know I am whining. I know how old I am.
But honestly, I just can't. So....I guess we'll see.
You either all have to somehow get me throught two more ( and end in summer)
or, I just shut down the whole operation right now.
Ugh! The pain! I know it seems like not a big deal in the realm of importance but honestly, it feels like a train on my shoulders. I haven't even picked it up and tried to pull it, now I can't even get on and ride.
5 days until D-Day. Somebody shoot me! Hey that reminds me of this classic scene in the wedding singer where he sings this song to Drew Barrymore. It's hilarious. You have to have seen it to appreciate the lines that went:
Somebody kill me please
Somebody kill me please
I'm on my knees
pretty pretty please
Kill me
I want to die
Put a bullet in my heaaaaaaaaaaaad.
Sorry to say that is pretty much how I'm feeling.
I would have posted the youtube but there were a LOT of cuss words in the beginning.
Hear the Plunky guitar sound of The Cure meets Adam Sandler. FUnny!!! (who remembers The Cure? Fantastic!)
Park Pics
Sloan is going to kill me since she took these and hasn't gotten them to her picture blog yet but she downloaded them on MY computer. That makes them open game! Look at it this way honey, I LOVE your pics!!
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