called GOSSIP. All of us are guilty of it at one time or another. But it is one of the things that can kill a relationship and injure a person quicker than any other. With today’s technology it’s even easier than ever. In class yesterday we were asked to define gossip. Some said it was a lie, some said it was something said out of malice, and some said it was telling something that wasn’t your own to tell. I’ve done a lot of thinking on this since yesterday. I think it stems from fear. Fear that some one is going to get hurt if you don’t tell them what you heard, fear that some one won’t like you or accept you as you are. Fear is one of Satan’s greatest tools. Let me tell you there are a LOT of verses in the Bible about gossip, and it’s very easy to see what God thinks about it he says it’s detestable. However I think my favorite verse sums it up well. 2Tim 1:7 “For God did not give us a spirit of fear, but of power of love and of self-discipline.” With God we should have the self-discipline to know that we have the power and love of one greater than all those here, and He accepts us just as we are.Those are my 2 cents for the day. What do you think?
It’s been awhile since I’ve actually blogged about Simple Living. So I thought it’s about time I get back to that. My kids rooms are TRASHED!! Completely and totally covered with clothes, toys, shoes and junk. I know they come by it honestly. I remember their mother getting in trouble for her dirty room more times than I can count. So the other day the Princess says to me “Mom, can I get rid of some of my toys? Then my room won’t be so hard to keep clean.” Of course I said yes, and nearly jumped out of my seat, but I was driving and figured a wrecked van wouldn’t help things any. Plus, if the truth be known—I’d probably be embarrassed if anyone saw the inside of my van, b/c it already looks wrecked…..
So yesterday Dad says “Princess, you are grounded to your room until it’s clean.” Did it work?? No, she just stayed in there all day and played. So, she’s back in there today. Only today I am going to go help. Teach her how to sort what she wants to keep and put away, vs what needs to be thrown away and given away. However, I wonder if God didn’t put me in this situation for me to learn those same lessons. As I look around my house at all the toys I have and see that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
She is right though. The wisdom of children sometimes amazes me. If she had less, then there would be less to clean up. The same holds true for me. If I had less junk my house would be a lot cleaner too. But I think we get caught in the trap of stuff. Stuff to make things easier to do, stuff to make things prettier or cleaner, just stuff, stuff, stuff. So when you get rid of your stuff is it hard? For me it’s not that hard to get rid of my stuff, especially if I know I don’t use it. Where I have a hard time is getting rid of my kids stuff. My kids have a ton of stuff, way more than they need. Granted most if from gifts or yard sales, but money was spent on it and it’s hard to just get rid of it. I also think, what if the next kid (no there are no more children in my future- 3 is enough) wants to use it or play with it. The funny thing is, even though he would never admit it, my hubby is the same way. We have this kids tool/work bench. I paid $3 for it with all the tools at a yard sale. I want to get rid of it, but he keeps reminding me that the girls play with it. They do, but only rarely, and it’s just taking up space. So how do you do it? How do you get rid of the stuff with out feeling guilty and with out wanting to replace it with more? Legitimate questions here, I want to know your answers. Because I don’t have the answers.
This all reminds me of the VeggieTales movie Madame Blueberry and her adventures to Stuff-Mart. Scary thought. Well, it’s off to help the Princess now, but let me know your thoughts.
The other morning I looked over at my little 2 yo red-headed monkey’s hands. (She’d decided to climb in bed with us around 6:00 am.) I remembered back to how tiny they were when she was born and notice how small and pudgy they are even though they are much bigger than they were. Then I thought about my little man’s hands. At 8 years old they are good sized hands, he’s always had larger hands. They were so cute and chubby when he was a toddler. The princess had dainty little 5 yo princess hands, just perfect in every princess way. Then I thought about my husbands strong hands and how handsome he is when I see that ring on his finger that says he is mine to the whole world. I thought about my hands and how daily they remind me more and more of my mothers. However, her fingers have always seemed so long and graceful (mine- not so long). I loved looking at her rings as a child. My father his hands are large and thick and it has always amazed me at how smoothly and beautifully they play the piano. Then I thought back to the hands of my grand parents. My Grandma Dr. had arthritis and her knuckles were always big, but that didn’t stop her from doing much. I can see her working in the kitchen and in the garden. My Grandpa Dr.’s hand were long and strong and I know it sounds weird but I remember them opening his medicine bottles at the kitchen table. My Papa’s hands always seemed to have long nails and were stained from years of smoking, but also years of gardening and hard work. My Grannie her hands I see this past summer aged and beautiful helping me prepare peaches for freezing. All of these hands have affected and changed my life. They have helped me grow and helped me love. Who could imagine 2 small things at the end of our arms could do so much. I would not be who I am today with out all of theses hands. But there a bigger hands. Hands that hold the whole world. Hands that reach down from the Heavens and hold little ole’ me. Hands that carry me when I can’t walk on my own. Hands that love me when I am broken. Hands that clap and applaud with my accomplishments. Hands that saw the hands of His own son nailed to a cross just for me, so that I could experience my life and all the hands in it. God’s hands are beyond description. They are all encompassing, all knowing, and all loving. My life is safe in His hands and so is yours. Reach out they are there, just watching and waiting for you.
Well, I am beat, exhausted and completely wiped out….and I am not the one who has been sick. The girls and their daddy have all had fevers aches and coughs. So they’ve been home since Thursday. Which means, Mommy has been too. The house has fallen apart. The laundry needs to be done. The dishes, well, Praise God for the invention of paper plates (and I mean that). We’ve missed 2 days of school last week for snow, and it’s looking like more this week. It makes me realize how lucky I am that I have a husband who wants to be home with us, and prefers that to anything else. He is such a helper to me around here. He’s the one who gets the eggs, and makes sure we have enough wood, and helps get the kids plates and drinks at dinner. He helps me every night getting them to bed. When the Monkey is clingy he can take her and distract her so I can get things done. When he’s sick….none of that happens (and I get to take care of him too). I get to do it all myself. It makes me really respect those friends of mine who do it all on their own. I can’t imagine him not being here just to help with the little things. Then there are all those things he thinks about that I don’t, which are way to numerous to mention. I like to blame it on mom brain!! Which he doesn’t suffer from because he’s not the mama! Yes, there are times, especially when he’s sick, that I’d like to wring his neck!! But it really makes me appreciate all the things he does to help. So I’ll try to remember that the next time I find his dirty clothes everywhere except the dirty clothes hamper, and his dirty dishes on the counter when the dishwasher is open with dirty dishes in it a room for his plate. lol. And no I won’t tell him about this blog post because it’s our little secret, I wouldn’t want it to go to his head how much I need him (for those of you that know him- you know what I mean!! lol) In all actuality, I am very blessed God has given me a wonderful husband, who is a great father, a great helper and a great Christian man. Thank you Lord for the best blessing you have ever given me here on earth- my husband.