i want to commend this mother for admitting on national television that this was not the way to handle the situation. Even when the world says it's right, saying that you are not proud of your behavior is hard, and i give her much respect for this. She was scared for her son, understandably so. She sounds like a strong woman to say no, i am not mother of the year, i was scared and reacted in a way that i am not proud of. She also stated two wrongs don't make a right. You go mama! Much respect, prayers, and love sent her way!
i normally do not comment on political or news stories. That being said i am deeply troubled by a story that is going around right now, and i feel i must address it.
i'm sure by now most of you have seen the video of a mother finding her son at a riot in Baltimore. She is angry he is there, throwing rocks at police, so what does she do? Slaps and hits him repeatedly in the face, and side of the head. He is seen leaving, and yet she still chases him down the street slapping and yelling at him violently. instead of people trying to stop her, they video tape it. And whats more disturbing is that since the video has gone viral people are calling her mother of the year. Mother of the year? Are you serious?
i am so deeply bothered by this, i can not even express it all. Let me get this right. You were mad that your son was at a violent riot, so you are violent with him to "teach him a lesson." Does anyone else see where this doesn't make sense. You are doing exactly what you don't want him to do. Do as i say, not as i do.
So,. . . . i disagree with her parenting method yes, but what has me even more upset, and scared for our youth, is that she is getting commended for this behavior! Comments under the video over and over state how she is a great mom. How we should all beat our kids when they are acting in a way we dislike. One comment actually said "can't we go back to when it was ok to beat our kids". OK? When was this ok? Ever?!
Now, there are extremes for every behavior. i understand this. But never does it say we have to accept it, or reward it. i can not change the world, and i know things will get much worse before they get better. But what i can do is say this is not ok. i don't have to condone this behavior or agree with everyone else. So i pray that you take time to pray for our nation, it's quite obvious we have right and wrong clearly mixed up.
(i will not post a link too this video because i want no more attention coming to it).
What if your next breath was your last? What would you say in that last moment? What would you want those around you to remember about you?
i have been thinking about this recently. Because, lets face it, life is short. Life can end in an instant. i am not saying this to be morbid, just been evaluating how i live day to day, and what i hope to be remembered by.
As mothers our first thought is our children. So i was lead to write a note to my kids. Hopefully to comfort if i should ever pass before them. This is not a note that i will ever read them. This is the way i want my ending, my good bye to be said.
My Dear ones,
First off i want you to know i am extremely peacefully, and full of joy worshiping the Father. i am living with Him in splendid beauty. As much as i know you miss me, know that we will meet again.
i wanted to write you, both to comfort, and guide you with my last words. Please boys, no matter what you do in life, pray about it. Let God lead you. in all you do, do it with Christ. Do not let go of His hand. if you do, (which i did many times in my youth), know that His mercy and forgiveness endure forever. He is always within arms reach. This is my biggest heart desire is that you live according to His word, and not of this world.
Always remember perfection is unattainable, and unimportant. in all you do, do the best you can. You never need to be perfect.
Money is fleeting. it is a means to survive, but do not get so caught up in it that you forget who provides it. it doesn't matter how much or how little you have, take care of what you have been blessed with. Proverbs 15:16 "Better a little with the fear of the Lord than great wealth with turmoil."
Choose your wife with great care. She will be the mother of your children. Beauty is truly on the inside. i pray her love for Christ will shine when all else feels lost. Choose someone who will be your partner, and work with you. Love her, and listen to her. Marriage is hard at times, but so wonderful when lead by God. Ecclesiates 4:12". . . . A cord of three strands is not quickly broken."
Lastly, read your bible. Do not wait till you are 34 yrs old to start, (like your mother). The bible will strengthen you for life's battles, and also help you know false teachers when you hear them.
i could go on and on , pages and pages of my love for you, and how i am so proud of you both. i really hope you never have to read this, but if a time comes when you need to, i just wanted to say good bye in my own way, on my own terms. i love you with all my heart!
Forever and ever,
Adjust: To change (something) in a minor way so that it works better. To change in order to work or do better in a new situation.
Why is it whenever we look at the webster definition it seems so clear and simple. Yet when you try to put it in action? Not so much.
Making adjustments in our lives are mandatory for our growth, spiritually and physically. Some are quite simple, while others take allot more self control, or motivation on our part. But all in all they are necessary.
Why must we adjust? Because things change. Hebrews 7:12 "For when the priesthood's changed, the law must be changed also." The priesthood meaning an organized group of people/ (or group of priests). Government for example. New president, new rules.
Change is the one thing that is certain.
The way we handle change is our choice. We can choose to be bitter, angry, and frustrated, or look on the brighter side, see new ways to "adjust" our attitude, or behaviors. The one thing we must not do is give up.
As i have stated in my last few posts, this has been my year for change. i have had to make many adjustments. i am not going to tell you that i have run to each new challenge with praise in my heart, and smile on my face. if i did i would be lying. Nope, many adjustments were made with me dragging my feet, and pouting all the way. And quite frankly, many times i've wanted to give up.
i can honestly tell you right now, that not one "God" adjustment that i've made has been a mistake. (God adjustments are what i call them. it's when God has laided something on my heart, to change in my own attitude or belief).
Now heres the catch. Ready? . . . . You can't adjust other people! So stop trying. God has a plan for everyones life, and it's great when they coincide. But the harsh truth is, that a lot of times they won't. We are all unique individuals, and we all have free will. This does not mean stop praying for them, or throw the towel in and give up. No. Keep praying. Remember, we have a God that performs miracles!
So, adjustments are hard, check. Change is inevitable, check. Can't adjust others, check. Where's the up side, right?
God is unchanging!
1 Samuel 15:29 "He who is the Glory of Israel does not lie or change his mind; for he is not a human being, that he should change his mind."
Malachi 3:6 "i the Lord do not change. . . . "
James 1:17 "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows."
Rest easy in knowing we have a God that is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. So with all the changes and adjustments in life, He will stay the same, and we can count on Him. He loves you like no other, so if he's leading you to an adjustment, there is a reason. Blessings as always, i leave you with this verse.
Job 9:27 . . . ."i will forget my complaint, i will change my expression, and smile,"
Many times i have felt lead by the Holy Spirit. i'm ashamed to admit, that i haven't always answered that call. This is about a time where i did, and how it changed me.
i woke up in the morning bright and early. i felt there was something i was suppose to do. This was funny, because i had no plans except hanging out with my hubby all day in Seattle. But i remember a tugging at my heart, almost prying my eyes open. As i was brushing my teeth i heard God speaking to my heart. "You are going to speak to a homeless person today."
Wait, what? i must have heard wrong. My heart started pounding (as it does when the Holy Spirit falls upon me). i knew it was not my imagination. i knew God had told me to do this. i desperately tried to push it out of my head and continued getting ready.
"You are going to talk to a homeless person today."
"No." i said firmly. You see it's not that i didn't like the homeless, but they intimidated me. i didn't know what to say, or how to say it. And who was i to say anything when i had a home and they didn't.
Even though i had said no, i knew i would. so after breakfast my hubby had to run a couple errands without me, so i decided i would go to starbucks and wait.
As i rounded the corner to where the starbucks was in my view, my heart started beating wildly, and i started sweating. i knew this was my mission field. i decided to embrace it.
"Ok God, i know you want me here. i don't know who you want me to talk to, or what you want me to say, but please help me not mess it up." With that said i sat down at an outside table and looked around. There were two homeless men on each side of me. Great, i thought, which one? Just then one got up and walked away. Awe man, did i just blow it?! Was that him?
As i looked over to my right, and i was sure that i could hear my heart breaking.
He was old. He was dirty. He smelled. He was writing in a notebook. As i looked more closely he had a binky tied to his jacket, and a childs toy as well. Things we drop everyday. He had tied it to himself as if to claim a small piece of a home for himself. A sense of belonging somewhere to someone.
i walked over to him."Wow, i am so jealous you have your notebook, it's such a beautiful day to write."
He looked up and smiled. "i never go anywhere without it."
"i bet you have a lot of stories to tell."
He laughed a little "Oh yeah, i've filled up allot of these notebooks."
"You know, i was gonna get a coffee. Would you like something to eat?" i tried to sound lighthearted so he wouldn't feel weird.
He just looked surprised. "Oh no, you don't need to do that."
Ok, God, now what i thought. God said, ask him again. "Well, i'm going in already, are you sure? Coffee, juice, anything?"
"No, no, i'm fine."
" Well, it's been nice talking to you."
Ask him again God said to me. So i did, thinking for sure he'd think i was crazy. "Last chance, anything to eat? i don't mind at all."
He looked down at the floor, "i guess something to eat would be nice."
"You got it." So i went in bought 2 or 3 sandwiches, some juice, and whatever else i could fit in that Starbucks bag and went back outside.
He smiled at me. "My name is Gary," he said as he shook my hand. "That was so nice of you, i was really hungry."
"Well, God told me you were hungry, and i should buy you breakfast." At this his shoulders slumped, and he began to cry. Without a thought i got on my knees and hugged him tight. "i don't know what you are going through, or what you've been through. But i want you to know it's gonna get better, and God loves you so much, and he sent me here to tell you that." i paused "May i pray with you?"
At the mention of prayer his back stiffened up, and he started to pull away."No." he said firmly.
"Ok, you have a good day." i got up, and walked away. i started thinking about what i had done wrong. Should i have not asked to pray for him? Then God said to me. "He is rejecting me, not you. You have planted the seed."
You see, sometimes we are just to plant a seed, or water one. Not all of us are going to lead someone through "the sinners prayer" so to say. We all play a part, and all those parts work together, with or without knowing about the other. i know i will see Gary again, and i believe it will be i heaven.
So, don't minimize your role, no matter how small it feels. When God calls, answer. You have a purpose.
This is a picture of me. i am the digger, and all that is around me is my world, my life. i am tearing down and rebuilding one brick at a time.
This is not an easy thing to do. Because underneath all that debree are memories, and emotions that get stirred up with the dust. i must choose which to keep and which to let go.
See, you can only repair a home for so long, before its just better to bulldoze and start fresh. This is my year for that. i must say, i did not know this till my house was barely standing in front of me. Until i took time to look at me. My heart/home. And to be quiet honest it was in great need of a do over.
You do not need permission for a do over. All you need is some elbow grease, and a whole lot of grace to get it done. Grace is needed so that when you see a crack, that has been filled in more times than you can count, grace can give you the strength to say "no more", and let it go. Don't keep revisiting the cracks, it will only make them bigger.
You are the only one that lives in your home. Take comfort in that. Others opinions don't matter. Only God's. Be the one who says (isaiah 49:11) "i will turn all my mountains into roads, . . . ".
Build you, do you. We have such a very short time here on earth, let us use it wisely.
i'm a mom trying to see the world through God's eyes. Oh yeah, and raise two crazy boys in the process.
in his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.