Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Broken Kids are Hard To Fix

This week I have learned a valuable lesson. We had company over the other night. The house was full of people. Everyone was laughing, talking, and having a good time. My daughter decided it was time to sit down with a blanket I guess, and wanted to attempt to watch tv. However, as she pulled the blanket out (I keep them in an end table next to the couch) of the end table she jerked it really hard and knocked my favorite snow globe on the floor and broke it.

Everyone got real quiet. It was my favorite snow globe. I love snow globes and my children know it. This one was of Mary, Joseph, and Jesus during the manger scene. It was an expensive, beautiful piece. I loved that globe and I keep it out all year round to remind me during the rough times that Jesus was born to save me - ME. It's encouraging. So, back to the story. Everyone knew the meaning of that globe and how much I loved it. After a brief minute of shocked silence and everyone staring at me sitting at the dining room table just staring at the scene, Ariel, my eldest, jumped into action. She started cleaning it up and first saying, "Gabs just run real fast upstairs. Just go." The look on my little girl's face was imbedded in my mind.

I was angry, oh I was angry. A friend sitting across from me said, "There are the red blotched that reveal your anger." All I could do was look at her and try to contain my anger. But when I saw the look on her face I did not say a word and I let her go upstairs.

Accidents happen, I understand, but this was the fourth item in two weeks that meant something to me that she broke. She knew she was in trouble. My eldest and her boyfriend cleaned up the mess and disappeared. I knew she was upstairs crying. I also knew I had to handle it carefully because as I was praying for my anger to subside I realized that four items had been broken in two weeks, and they are gone. I am still around and all is ok. I am continuing on living and am not any worse off than before the items were broken.

Broken children are not just gone once broken and the family does not come out okay after the incident is over. Yes, my feelings were not happy that the item was broken but I was not about to have my child's spirit broken either because of a material object!

I went up to her room and spoke with her, and let her know I love her. She is more important that material objects. We talked, prayed, and even laughed by the end of the night.

I sure hope we as parents can remember that our children and their spirits/souls are more important than our gain and material possessions. Many broken items can be fixed, they may have cracks, but they can be fixed.

How we talk to our children can determine whether they have cracks or are whole. I need to uplift a child. I, as an adult, break things and make mistakes. I chastise myself and move on. We need to remember that children are just that - human children. They are the future of our country and future leaders of the world. We cannot afford to break them and give them cracks for the enemy to move in and rebreak! We need to make them strong and ground them in a permanent foundation so they will not be moved.

These children will get strong by what we say, how we speak, where we go, and how we behave. They are watching us and know us. We are helping God mold them, and thus we have a great responsibility!

When I saw that glass shatter, all of this came to me and I pray I handle these children with care and give them a firm foundation!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Words Stick like Glue

Have you ever wondered what you will be remembered by? William Shakespeare was not remembered for his house or how well he dressed. None of those things were ever passed down. His words were passed down and have been throughout so many generations. If one book wears out, another is printed. The same goes for Dante, Aristotle, and many more.

Even Licoln, although is relatively remembered as a president with a beard and is most remembered in a black outfit with a high hat, is really remembered by his words. Most children are even forced to memorize the "Gettysburg Address" because of the power of His words.

The other day I was found a container of old things from my life growing up. I tend to write a lot of journals. As I was reading one from my teen years I was so ashamed. If I died, this is what my children or whoever went through my things would find? The words that came out of my mouth and onto the written word were horrible and ungodly. I quickly shredded the journal and threw it away.

I then thought about people in ministry, people on television, teachers and professors. Everyone affects at least one other person. What we speak/write will be passed down from generation to generation. Even if we don't print it out and publish it - once our words come out we cannot take them back, burn them, throw them out. Unlike earthly possessions, these will not pass away or disenegrate or rot over time.

We think that no one will remember what we say most times, but did Homer realize his story spoken in word would live on though centuries? Is the story even the same one he told? Have people changed it over time but because the original story came from him he is credited for it?

In fact, a good friend once preached a sermon on "What is your legacy?" I've thought about that message so much lately. What is my legacy? What am I leaving behind? This computer won't be around much longer. I will purchase more furniture? I will lose weight and no longer need my clothes. and as I look at the bookshelf conataining books, movies, and my journals I realize that even if this house burns down the only thing that will not pass down is my personal journals. More books will be printed, the Bible will live on forever, the movies are readily available anywhere online or at any store. Those will live on forever. However, even my journals still have words I have spread that will be remembered by someone.

Will they remember me for the Godly words of Wisdom, for encouragement? Or will I be remembered for dirty jokes, curse words, and criticism of many things?

All I know is I want my legacy to be a Holy one. When people look at me I want them to see Jesus. I want them to remember the Words of the Lord, not of flesh coming from my lips. If I ever publish a book I hope it isn't one I'm ashamed of and would be so embarassed standing before the Lord explaining why I wrote it. I want to hear, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."

One thing is for sure, from this day forward I pray the print coming out of my hands or the words coming from my mouth edify! Even what I write on Facebook or Myspace and even here will always be in cyber space and able for someone somewhere to creep upon.

I end this asking you what is it you want the people to see, read, or hear from you?

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


Wow so much time has past since my last blog. I know no one really reads these but sometimes an outlet it good. I was reading my profile and I realize that I have gotten so far off the track I was on and where I intended to be these days. How did that happen? I don't know. I can offer "life" as an excuse, but then again it would just be an excuse. Somehow, over the last few years I have lost myself and who I am and what I want to be.

The hard part is I have realized that I am off track. The next part is to figure out how to get back or at least back on the main road (so to speak). I just can't believe that I blinked and my kids are half grown, my oldest has made me a grandmother, and life is just rushing down the express lane on a freeway and I can't get to the exit.

So.....step one: breathe
Step two: Ask the good Lord for strength
Step three: Ask for guidance
Step four: Ask for the provisions and the boldness to do what needs to be done to get back on the right track.

Ok....I've asked the good Lord, and now I am waiting.....

Hopefully, the guidance will come to me in the night. Thanks for listening.