Sunday, February 18, 2018

50 Shades of Purple

Tomorrow I will attend my grandmothers funeral. I don't imagine it will be an extraordinary event. She wasn't famous and due to her advanced age many of her friends and family have travelled on before her. She was however a remarkable and rememberable person within my life. She was what I would consider a true matriarch. Everyone knew her favorite color, all the kids knew the house rules and grandpa knew when it was time to leave during a visit (cue the purse). These subtle shades of grandma were the building blocks of what I as a grandchild grew to appreciate. These are the light purples in my experiences with grandma......

I remember driving grandma around from Gladewater to Longview... I was a young driver but she didn't seem to mind. I clearly remember an incident where a driver cut us off as we were trying to merge into traffic and grandma loudly proclaimed "IDIOT who gave them their license". This was a different shade..... I hadn't seen it before! It was loud and spicy it was the royal purple in my mind and it was exciting and different. It was the difference between that matriarchal staunchness and the exciting life I was exploring as a young person, grandma and I weren't so different after all!

She was patient with everyone except grandpa, toddlers and the dog. Those three could get under her skin almost as fast as grandpa playing the piano at "inappropriate" times (which was almost all the time according to grandma). These are the dark purples....

She never made so much as a sniffle in church and seemed shocked when she sneezed! You could almost bet that unless the weather was above 78 she would have on a very long, very heavy coat. I always thought the music in the car was grandpa's deal but one ride with them together and I learned he'd rather listen to talk radio but grandma won out on that one every time. Grandpa welcomed the introduction of the larger vehicle, grandma couldn't elbow him as hard when he'd snooze in the car.... and that elbow was always accompanied by a "JER" ladened with irritation.

She had shades that showed up when she laughed and such a soft violet when she cried. There were so many perfect shades of purple that show up in my mind.  When I see the different shades of purple that everyone will be wearing tomorrow my mind won't be seeing her favorite color instead I will be seeing her smile, her laughter, her patience and determination, her excitement when she talked about the jobs she used to work or the times she saw grandpa before they were married. The conversations about Betty (her best friend) and all the amazing things they saw when they traveled. The bright and excited purple that exploded when she could see her brothers and sisters.... so many different expressions of life all caught up in the color purple.

Lastly, I will see the perfect shade of purple that came when Grandpa would slip his hand ever so closely to hers and if she didn't respond he'd give it a little nudge and she would respond by gently slipping her hand into his. There wasn't usually ever a sound, or a facial expression but you could tell that she was most comfortable with him and that that was the safest place for her..... hand in hand with him was the calmest shade of purple she possessed.

This really doesn't even begin to touch the many shades of purple Grandma could display but it's a start and everyone can weave their own amazing display of colors when they think of Grandma in this way!


Friday, February 10, 2017

Elijah's Letter

My Dearest Elijah
A letter to you because you will need it.

I took you to the store today and you didn’t realize it but I was
crying…. you couldn’t see my tears because they were all on the
inside, you just saw my smile. I watched you pick shirts that you
thought were perfect for you and you couldn’t have been more correct. The shirts were perfect. Once you took off the old t-shirt you were wearing and put on the crisp new button up shirt your face was full of pride, you puffed up your chest as you grinned sharply at the store clerk. You always had a way with the ladies and I can only see that expanding from here.

So why I was crying inside as you were glowing on the outside. Tonight is an almost
magical night you will go to sleep and wake in the morning as a new man, literally. Around the
world in many cultures a boy becomes a man at the age of 13 and you my friend will have
arrived. You will be 13 and while we are just American’s without much true culture left I
recognize that for me and you this journey out of childhood has been a transition like none other.
I will no longer be the mother of four boy and one girl but rather three boys, one girl and one
young man.

Why does it even matter to me that you're growing up or that you’ve passed from childhood
to young adulthood? It’s a simple explanation for me and I want you to understand too. Now that
you have come of age it is time that all the work I put in gets put to the test. I get to step back and
watch you grow. I don’t want to step back but honestly it is one of the most important moments
for me as a parent and it is part of how God designed it. I will continue to pray for you as you
have to make decisions on your own and I will still be there for you if you want advise when
things get confusing or challenging. Most importantly I want you to understand that all the work
we did together talking about honesty, respect and integrity, the times I had to actively discipline
you and the times I got to stand back and smile as you demonstrated how much you understood
through your words and actions were just the training phase. 
        Today you begin your implementation phase where you will show God, me and the world how 
much you learned and how well you learned it. Please remember all the things we talked about and 
as you go forward remember that God comes first, if you decided to walk with Him in word and deed, 
talk with Him when you're in the weeds and run to Him when life seems dim He will see you through!
 ( I know this is true)

     My life changed the day I held your body just minutes after your car wreck. I didn’t know if
I would get to see this day come but God was faithful and today much like that day when I
surrendered you to him for healing I get to surrender your life to Him completely for the
remainder of your growth. It is with great honor and joy that I submit back to Him what He so
faithfully entrusted to me. This scripture became my silent prayer just a few short days after you
entered the hospital and now I am sharing it with you in hope you will always remember it. It

Because of the LORD’s faithful love
we do not perish,
for His mercies never end.
They are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness!
I say: The LORD is my portion,
therefore I will put my hope in Him.
Lamentations 3:22-24

     From this point forward you are a young man and I expect you to exercise what you have
learned. I will do my best as a mother to respect your new position and I hope that in turn you
will honor God by honoring Him and me with your words and your actions.

All my love,

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Stressing what need not be stressed.

I always find it amazing that we are so freaking HUMAN. Seriously we never go a day without doing something or saying something stupid. We live on the edge of our humanity and live out these mediocre lives like they mean something. Chances are my life will never turn up in a history book and neither will yours because frankly we will never do something significant enough to get there.

So why in the world do we stress about it so much????

I live a "normal" life, married kids, education is important etc. etc. etc. but honestly I'm struggling and FIGHTING for something greater. I want kids who embrace life and live because its a great thing and who want to succeed because others are watching but more importantly because it's a great thing to be accomplished. I want them to go with gusto into the world making a difference and acknowledging that things can be better than they were....... nothing has to stay the same but honestly........
                                                 I'm not communicating that to them.......

You see I'm showing them that life is stressful that making hard decisions is burdensome, that carving a wedge out in this selfish world is nearly impossible. I really need to stop doing that.
            I need to lead with confidence, make decisions without fail and stick to my morals and gut ..... I need to stop and listen to what my kids have to say and consider that when I fail to make time to show them how to function I'm just teaching them to stress about what doesn't need to be stressed.

I've always admired the "calm ones" those mothers that never raise their voices and swear that the good Lord made them so at peace with motherhood that it didn't bother them that the kids were ill behaved, the laundry never ceased or that their husbands were so lazy and irresponsible that they shouldered 95% of life at home alone because God expected them to. (don't get me wrong I didn't admire the people that caused her life to be so stressful just that she seemed to manage it so well) But honestly I will probably never be that kind of woman. I just don't have it in me to "chill" to the point of being taken for granted on that level.

Here's what I do know though and maybe they know it too that's why they seem so chill.....

John 16:33 says, "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world"

Basically God's saying yep it's gonna be a crap shoot but honestly I have got this..... I've overcome it so you don't have to overcome it. The winning has already happened you just have to navigate the maze with My wisdom.

How many times have I come upon a problem and instead of praying and deflecting to scripture I've just tried to figure it out. How many times have I failed to show my children how to do that?

2 Timothy 1:7
       For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.
Psalm 16:8
       I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With Him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.

  Wow I must be living apart from the Spirit most of the time cause I will duck and dodge a fool in a heart beat and I really will avoid those phone calls if I don't feel strong enough to deal with them.


One of the most important things I think we seem to forget is that God is always teaching us....

Psalm 119:71
      It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees.

I am slowly finding that the more I feel burdened by the world I am seeking refuge in the knowledge that God has to give in scripture but I can honestly say I am not communicating that effectively to my children.......

Luke 12: 33-34
       Sell your possessions, and give to the needy. Provide yourselves with moneybags that do not grow old, with a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

I want my kids to have a kingdom mind I want them to know that the world is already gotten! The things that happen here are just a phase, a temporary condition, a right of passage if you will and I want them to know that God expects us to accomplish this journey by leaning on Him.

The next time I have to deal with something worldly I'm going to remind myself that it's already been taken care of and I'll handle it with that mindset. I'll also do my best to remind myself that self discipline is part of the Spirit and if I am in Christ than He is in me! I am going to take this lesson I've learned and I am going to apply it........


If that makes me a bible thumper I'll take that and wear it like a badge 'cause heaven knows when you stand tall as a woman somebody somewhere is already calling you a bitch, so you might as well be a bible thumper too :)

I am determined that my boys will grow up to not be a burden in this world but a true benefit to those around them. I want them to be Men in the biblical sense, not boys stuck in transition away from the Almighty.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

I'm the victim of bad parents, so I don't have to honor them....... right???

I had to think long and hard about what I was going to put on this page tonight...........................
                                                                                                                                         long and hard. 

             You see when I created this blog I swore to myself that I would be honest even raw at times despite how it made me feel. I also swore that I wouldn't make light of things that were important or skirt around issues that needed to be addressed but I also didn't want to make enemies on my own. I wanted my blog to speak truth as lovingly as possible but at the same time spur in every reader a level of self awareness that would drive them to look deeper and critically assess their own position. I can only hope that while this post will most definitely offend a few it will drive many to critically assess their own response to their parents as they age.......

We pulled up in the driveway per the request of an elderly man and his wife........ "give the horn a honk, his truck is here I'm sure he'll come right out!" 
So I do as I'm told, knowing full well that the likelihood of that is slim to none.
                    Who's house are we at? The soft yet commanding voice comes from the back..... "were at our sons house, didn't you want to see him?" Well, yes, that would be nice, we haven't seen him in a while she says. You can hear the desire in her voice the longing to connect with the one she hasn't seen or heard from in "a while" as she puts it.
            We sit in the driveway for a bit, I see movement in the house but no need to point it out it will simply cause more sadness. After some time the elder speaks up "I guess we better go". I am very happy to oblige this request because I can't handle the elephant sitting in the car with us it's quite stifling and so very depressing at the same time. As I go to back out a young voice from the back says "he's coming to the door.... the man who owns the house he's there he was at the window". The elder asks me to stop the car and we wait some more........ you can see the sorrow in his eyes as he looks at the door, waiting for it to open but it doesn't. After a few moments I am forced to ask a question I would rather not, "Would you like me to pull back up?" "No, he replies let's go". That moment the moment when you know what is next, the moment when you see on his face the despair and the sadness that goes without saying and then like a bomb the soft yet commanding voice from the back says, "guess he doesn't want to see us". 

The level of disappointment in her voice is so evident it is almost 
unbearable and even the children in the car are brought to silence. 
It is a sad day for this elder man and his wife. 

           As we pull away he is silent but the burden of the experience is so shattering that he cannot keep it within, the shoulders take on a different shape his head hangs low and it is clear his heart is so heavy with pain that he can barely keep himself composed.

         How exceptionally cruel I think to myself that a child would do this to their parent. Will mine do this to me? I should hope not. What would drive a person to be so selfish, so thoughtless, so heartless? All these questions are only helpful if you care about the answer but honestly I haven't found a bible verse that would condone this behavior at all so I am forced to move on to consider that this person is better considered a follower of his own pleasures than that of the Almighty.

        In a desperate attempt to understand God's expectations of us I wanted to ensure that I understood the command and the promise. 

Exo 20:12 Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

Deu 5:16 Honour thy father and thy mother, as the LORD thy God hath commanded thee; that thy days may be prolonged, and that it may go well with thee, in the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

Mat 15:4 For God commanded, saying, Honour thy father and mother: and, He that curseth father or mother, let him die the death.

Mat 15:6 And honour not his father or his mother, he shall be free. Thus have ye made the commandment of God of none effect by your tradition.

Mat 19:19 Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.

Mar 7:10 For Moses said, Honour thy father and thy mother; and, Whoso curseth father or mother, let him die the death:

Mar 10:19 Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Defraud not, Honour thy father and mother.

Luk 18:20 Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honour thy father and thy mother.

Eph 6:2 Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise;

WOW, no really WOW..... God seems to think that honoring our parents is a BIG DEAL...... and so should we! You see He gave us a promise, two actually. 

One, if we honor our parents our days on this earth will be long.

Two, if we honor our parents He says the benefit is that it may go well with us on earth.....

Ironically the one thing I really was looking for was an excuse from this commandment, something that could help me rationalize the behaviors of "christians" who don't honor their parents but I didn't find that anywhere in scripture.

           You see all of us don't have picture perfect parents. We all disagree on some level about how they did or didn't do something and we probably even swore we'd do it differently when we got children. Some of us are a product of an alcoholic or an abusive parent but God didn't give exceptions to this commandment. He never put a clause on it telling us we got a free pass if we were too offended by our parents behavior or if we disagreed with their parenting approach. As a matter of fact, there are ZERO options to negotiate on giving them the honor God says to give.

        Wanna know the craziest thing yet, we don't get a pass on this one and it looks like He had a few things to say about people who failed to honor their parents......

Matthew 15:4 For God said: Honor your father and your mother; and, The one who speaks evil of father or mother must be put to death.

Proverbs 20:20 Whoso curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness.

Exodus 21:17 And he that curseth his father, or his mother, shall surely be put to death.

Leviticus 20:9 If there is anyone who curses his father or his mother, he shall surely be put to death; he has cursed his father or his mother, his bloodguiltiness is upon him.

Proverbs 30:11 “There are those who curse their fathers and do not bless their mothers;

Deuteronomy 27:16 “Cursed is anyone who dishonors their father or mother.” Then all the people shall say, “Amen!”

Proverbs 30:17 The eye that mocks a father and scorns to obey a mother will be picked out by the ravens of the valley and eaten by the vultures. Matthew 15:18-20 But what comes out of the mouth proceeds from the heart, and this defiles a person. For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false witness, slander. These are what defile a person. But to eat with unwashed hands does not defile anyone.”

Exodus 21:15 Whoever strikes his father or his mother shall be put to death.

Proverbs 15:20 A wise son brings joy to his father, but a foolish man despises his mother.

Proverbs 23:22-25
Listen to your father who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old. Buy truth, and do not sell it; buy wisdom, instruction, and understanding. The father of the righteous will greatly rejoice; he who fathers a wise son will be glad in him. Let your father and mother be glad; let her who bore you rejoice.

         I'm no different than a lot of people. I have differing opinions about parenting than my parents but it's ok. I'm a unique individual and even the bad times for me were opportunities to grow. I'd rather be a wise son/daughter than to fall into the category of a foolish son/daughter who despises my parents. You see there isn't a way to sweep this fact under the rug. 

It isn't a gentle request, it's a commandment.

It doesn't come with clauses or exceptions. It doesn't say "honor them if your comfortable with how they raised you" or "honor them only after you work out your own feelings" it simply says, Honor your father and mother.

And if for some reason you're confused about how you might honor your parents even if you don't care for them here are a few verses that might simplify the issue.......

Every believer is to live as best they can by following God's examples and commands........ here are a few....

Philippians 2:1-4

So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.

Ephesians 4:32

Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.

And of course we all know the fruits of the spirit. It may be hard but again this isn't a negotiation it's God's command so quite trying to negotiate and do as you have been commanded.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

I am a lazy woman.....

       I came into the door of my house tonight ready to go to sleep but that is not at all what was necessary. The kids needed to eat (cheers to my mother for giving me a pan of left over lasagna that just needed heating), the baby is hungry which requires me to stop what I'm doing to feed her, the dishes are piled high ( see picture to the right) laundry is on the floor, beds are not made, floors are not swept and there is NO WAY I'm showing you what kind of chaos the porch is in.  I must seriously be a lazy women.

        What kind of God fearing, self respecting woman would let the whole of her household look like an elementary student and a tornado organized for her? What kind of "mother" would allow her children to live like this....  I throw the baby in the walker, run water for the dishes, scream at the kid to find the dish soap that kids and hubby left outside where they had been washing the camper. Turn to the pan of lasagna and hack a few servings out carelessly dumping them on disposable plates and shove them into the microwave for a mere 30 seconds which might be great for a cup of coffee but is seriously not enough time for their food. I find a bag of steam-able green beans in the fridge and dump them in the microwave for 5 minutes, mutilate the bag with a pair of scissors I dug out of the dish water, dish up the green beans and tell my son that hates them that they're a new variety and thus consumable by his otherwise anti green bean palate. Score! He buys the line and off they go out the door to eat on the porch (which I remind you will not be featured in the pictures tonight due to the utter chaos that is present) while I begin to "put away" with far less care than is required the stacks of cloths that are on the bar/table.... Seriously shoving them in drawers and tossing them in boxes in a manner that would on another occasion be considered highly offensive because they ended up unfolded due to poor handling. Ugh..... why can't laundry do itself?
       At this point I am ready to just throw in the towel, no pun intended but instead of tossing up my hands and screaming at the top of my lungs which really seems like a great idea at this point I dig my heals in and go back to the sink and proceed to accomplish a few dishes before I'm flooded with requests like; "Are we going to get a drink?" WATER have all the water you want. "Can we have a fork?" Do you see what I'm doing? Do you think I'd be doing it if it didn't absolutely have to be done????? Eat with the spoon I gave you... Use your hands for the green beans, they're long. "Can we play legos when we are done?" NO WAY it's late you're going to bed..... It's like I've spoken a strange language since they were born and they've landed in an aliens house and think the responses are going to somehow change...... GO TO BED.....

         BED..... oh my gosh look at my room..... I can't stand it. I have to get this situated before I can even think about going to bed.... mind you the baby is now practically foaming at the mouth for some mom time because I am completely ignoring her plea for attention. Wait a minute there are still dishes... crisis moment as I decide to abandon the half done dishes and proceed to pick up the bedroom area in hopes that upon return to the dishes I will "feel" ok that the bedroom is clean enough to go to bed in and thus motivate me to finish my psychotic attempt to right everything that has been wronged in the last three days.  Lets not even consider that there is another grown adult in this house hold and we both hold jobs.... that would be offensive at best to suggest that the other party is slacking.... The kids aren't helpless either at 11, 10 and almost 9 what in the heavens are they doing most of the time? Oh well... no time to dwell on that. On to the front door were the shoes were all over until I tucked them neatly in their cubby a touch of sweeping and on into the bathroom I go....

      Strip to underwear and t-shirt because there is NO GOOD REASON not to wear your blue jeans 2 days in a row and proceed to douse the very large tub with cleaner step over the side nearly clearing my feet from underneath me and swiftly clean the tub thinking maybe if I get up early enough in the morning I'll take a bath ( I haven't had one in two... no wait maybe three days) that's a big IF but definitely moving higher on the priority list. Pick up the dirty cloths that somehow make it next to but never in the basket. Finally I empty the trash and come out of the bathroom feeling like I've accomplished a small portion of an overwhelming task at the same time making a mental note that I should clean the bathroom first next time as it's nice to be out of my jeans and it makes you feel accomplished.

Holy mackerel where did the time go. The baby's sounds have now become intolerable to ignore so I throw some veggies in the oven on broil and lay down on the bed to feed her hoping the veggies won't end up being sticks of charcoal by the time I'm done.  After she eats I lay the angel in her bed and head back to the kitchen where I rescue my veggies, wipe off the top of the stove, get some cashew milk and cottage cheese and sit down for a short break. Finally I decide that the half done dishes, half swept floor, half cleaned bedroom and chaotic porch will just have to wait for another day when I'm not being a lazy woman.

         So to all the lazy women out there, take a minute and respect the fact that you are a hard working, lazy looking woman who will rarely get the recognition you'd like..... Go buy yourself some flowers to put on your half cleaned counter top and for heavens sake go to bed......... You can repeat the process tomorrow :)

Thursday, September 3, 2015

It's all about the Bias

I finally have a moment to sit and type out a post. I've been meaning to do it for some time. Good thing my life doesn't depend on the number of blog posts I accomplish in a week, month or even a year for that matter!

So today I want to talk about Bias. The world is rampant with people screaming for acceptance, people arguing that things are racist and even that if conservatives weren't so conservative that life would be better for everyone. We live in a day where most people want the truth so bad they're cheering on a loud mouthed arrogent billionaire for President (who happens to say a lot of the things we want to say).

What is happening???

After a quick trip to my favorite dictionary site I found the definition of bias;

  1. 1
    prejudice in favor of or against one thing, person, or group compared with another, usually in a way considered to be unfair.
    "there was evidence of bias against foreign applicants"
    synonyms:prejudicepartialitypartisanshipfavoritism, unfairness, one-sidedness; More
  2. 2
    in some sports, such as lawn bowling, the irregular shape given to a ball.
  1. 1
    cause to feel or show inclination or prejudice for or against someone or something.
    "readers said the paper was biased toward the conservatives"
give a bias to.
"bias the ball"

I would venture to say all of us are pretty familiar with noun description one and verb description one! But honestly what is bias and why does it matter? Biases are things that we think that persuade our actions or words. 

I have a lot of biases, so do you! You just don't think of them much because it isn't at the for thought of your mind.  When I was growing up we were taught a number of things and each moral point or opinion was an area where my mind could take hold of a bias and keep it.  Bias is a BAD BAD word, people automatically assume that if you have bias you are either an eccentric or a racist and that's crazy. The synonyms for bias are prejudice, partiality, partisanship, favoritism, unfairness and one-sidedness. 

Let's for the sake of care start calling this little issue favoritism for just a moment :) I have favoritism for truth, honesty, respect, and just an overall moral view! This does not extend past that and ironically when you have partiality or favoritism for these things the people who don't have it really truly think you are biased against them. WHY? People have a very hard time separating themselves from the issue. 

Recently my husband and I resigned from the local fire department, because we are biased of course! We have a thing, an unfair thing for good leadership! We don't think the people are bad, just their leadership skills :) I'll even bet you have a bias in that area too! 

Have you ever criticized the president? Ever considered the views of a leader or boss to be unjust, unfair or poor in management? Ah Ha, how dare you! You biased person you!..... 

           Take this a step deeper, you prefer morals, and now the person is not the same skin tone as you...... oooooohhhhhh..... now your racist in the eyes of the person... because it can't have anything to do with behaviors. Now don't misunderstand me there ARE PEOPLE who are racist, but many many times the issue isn't the skin but the behavior!

As individual in society we need to draw the line between our bias and understand that not all bias is bad. However we must remember that whomever is doing the opposite of what we are biased towards is going to feel as though we don't like them and most likely react accordingly. Here's what that book, you know the "good" book.... says about bias

Exodus 23:
1You shall not bear a false report; do not join your hand with a wicked man to be a malicious witness. You shall not follow [a]the masses in doing evil, nor shall you [b]testify in a dispute so as to turn aside after [c]a multitude in order to pervert justice; nor shall you [d]be partial to a poor man in his dispute.
If you meet your enemy’s ox or his donkey wandering away, you shall surely return it to him. If you see the donkey of one who hates you lying helpless under its load, you shall refrain from leaving it to him, you shall surely release it with him.
You shall not pervert the justice due to your needy brother in his dispute. Keep far from a false charge, and do not kill the innocent or the righteous, for I will not acquit the guilty.
You shall not take a bribe, for a bribe blinds the clear-sighted and [e]subverts the cause of the just.
You shall not oppress a [f]stranger, since you yourselves know the [g]feelings of a [h]stranger, for you also were [i]strangers in the land of Egypt.
Biases are expected by God and He expects them to lean towards godliness. This does not mean that others will appreciate them nor does it mean you should change them. Just understand that when a bias is founded in the truth it is good, however when the bias is founded in the things of the world like prejudice against race, size, color or tone then it is unacceptable and should be removed. I will always be biased against lying, stealing, cheating and disrespect and I will have a bias for my Country because it is mine, I will have a bias for my children (the obedient and the disobedient), I will have a bias for my family..... and all these things are just a few of my biases. 

What are yours? 

                 Good bias? 

                              Bad bias?   

Thursday, June 11, 2015


         I can hear them already in the not so distant future reminiscing about their "Horrible, awful, no good summer of 2015". I'm already chuckling at the stories we have yet to create but for some reason I know that it's going to be a summer to remember....

       June 4th rolled around and I had had it! I was sick and tired of the demanding cries of video game time, iPad time, app purchases and minecraft. I was already sick of hearing how hot it was and how difficult the simple tasks were to complete. Yes, I'd say it's time for us to enter my kind of summer...... the summer where we ran bare foot on an oil top road, road our bikes to the wagon wheels, mowed the whole lawn with a push mower and drank from the water hose (good minerals and bacteria in there I'm sure).

      A lot of you have a variation of "your summer" and I've noticed that from generation to generation the idea of living life has morphed into a plethora of technology and very little practical experience. I became aware of just how jaded our sense of raising children had become when my husband said to me "they shouldn't go to the creek, there are snakes down there"..... Seriously? Oh wait they are probably the same ol' snakes that I was wading through the creek with a meager 20 years ago! (holy cow am I that old?) Leave it to me to have a warped sense of humor about the "scary" snakes..... Now I'm not advocated total stupidity my boys will acquire that naturally at about 14 but rather I'm talking about kicking of the training wheel and the "electronic guides" and making a stab at living.

      So far my plan has been a crazy success....... WHY DIDN'T I DO THIS SOONER...    I've been waking the boys up and rushing them outside for their first activity of the day, weeding the garden. But they will soon learn that the days of mom acting as the alarm clock are going to come to a screeching end. After another week it will be their job to roll their happy butts out of bed and begin the morning routine.... I plan to wake earlier and enjoy a cup of coffee on the porch greeting the sunshine and preparing to watch my future men begin to come of age.

The Apostle Paul wrote this; When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. (1 Corinthians 13:11, NASB)

And the more I think about it right now the more thankful I am that I have come to this reality so quickly. What would my boys look like in 5 years without this revelation? You see I'm not saying that they are men right now but they are supposed to be becoming men. How will I teach them to put away childish things in a world where the men often act less responsible in word, action and behavior than many of the children? How will I teach them to embrace patience, honesty, respect, due diligence or sacrifice when they have never had to experience it for themselves? 

       Just a few days ago my boys took on the task of mowing my parents lawn (begrudgingly at first because it wasn't their I sent one of the boys down to our house to fetch the mower. Upon his return I promptly went out to the yard and demonstrated ( not told them how, not told  them what to do, not instructions barked from the sidelines) I took the mower and demonstrated cranking then proceeded to cut a section of grass out as a sample. I then demonstrated how to continue cutting without leaving sections behind and proceeded to hand the responsibility to the boys, instructing them to take turns. It probably took a mere 5 mins before they were beating down the door for a break, a drink of water and a complaint but instead of a sweet mom greeting them at the door they met the Horrible Awful No Good Mother of 2015 who promptly disbanded the mutiny and sent them right back out to the lawn...... They tried this 3 times give or take a few until finally reality set in and I began to hear the steady hum of the mower and not a single voice coming from just outside the door.  

About an hour in the mower fizzled out and I stepped outside to tell them they had just discovered that amazing sound when you actually run out of gas! I sent one of them back down to the house for the gas can. As my one son was walking across the lawn with the can my other son said "bring it here I've got this". I kind of chuckled and replied, "how exactly do you know how to put gas in the mower?" He replied matter of factly.... humph, I watch dad! 

NEVER EVER EVER underestimate how closely 
they are watching you when they aren't watching a screen!

I returned back inside figuring that whatever the outcome a worse case scenario would be spilled gasoline. Ironically what I heard was the start of the mower and a very loud and excited woooooooh whooooooo!!!! As he pushed the mower back towards the area they had been mowing it was in that moment that I knew that I was going to love being the HORRIBLE AWFUL NO GOOD MOM OF 2015 because there was no way a video game could teach my son the gratification of knowing what he can do in the real world.

So as yours go about their summer numbing take a minute and consider what they might be able to accomplish. Catch yourself when you start to say "that's too difficult for them" or "they're not big enough" good pete, LET THEM TRY.  Show them once actually SHOW THEM and then LET THEM GO...... let them discover what does and doesn't work... don't take over when you think it's taking too long, don't shelter them from being uncomfortable or guard them from what will only make them stronger. For goodness sake start being a HORRIBLE AWFUL NO GOOD MOTHER and you'll find out that it produces ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND EXTREMELY CAPABLE YOUNG MEN!!!!