Sunday, June 27, 2010
So, to get on my soapbox, how can parents, who love their children, who want the best for them, who want them to grow up to be godly men and women, step aside and watch them make horrible choices without voicing their concern or correcting their behavior? How do parents get to the point where they just don't care what their children do, thinking, at least they're not doing drugs, or killing someone. Okay... that's all fine and good, I'm glad that they're not killing someone as well. But, here's the problem. As Christians (and honestly, many parents who aren't Christians agree with this) we are supposed to choose the best out of life. When faced with a choice, even when there isn't a definite "Bad", we should choose the best... not the good, or the better, but we are to choose the BEST.
I know, so easy for me to say, just barely started in my parenting years. I'm not writing this to judge others, but to encourage them to revamp their lives, revamp their views, and renew their strength. I also want this to serve as a reminder to me, so when I become lax and lazy with my parenting, that it will renew my strength and help me to carry on. Now, I also know that there comes a time when kids have to make their own decisions, but I strongly feel that if you allow them to make their own decisions, and they make a bad one, that shows you that they're not ready for that kind of freedom... they need you, the parent, to make the right decision for them (whether they like it or not).
The important thing is only putting good into our hearts and minds. The old adage stands true, "garbage in, garbage out." Scripture doesn't say, 'don't watch that movie', or 'don't play that game', or 'don't buy that pair of jeans'. But, it does remind us that not everything is beneficial or constructive. We are to live our lives to honor Christ, and this includes raising our children. So, make sure that your house is not just choosing the best out of the bad options, but choosing the best, and honoring Christ in all that we do.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
My Little Punk Rock Kid
Tuckered out after the USA game...
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Me: I'd like a Mocha Iced Capp and a Sour Cream Donut.
Lady: Okay. It'll be a minute.
Lady hands me a regular Iced Capp and a chocolate iced donut.
Me: I ordered a Mocha Iced Capp, and a sour cream donut..... this isn't my order.
Lady: The only difference between what I gave you is that the Mocha Iced capp has chocolate in it, and I the donut is still good.
Me: Um... I would like to have the chocolate in my capp please, that's why I ordered that, and I don't like this kind of donut.
Lady: You obviously like chocolate, why don't you want this donut?
Me: It's not what I ordered. Would you please get me a Sour Cream Donut and a Mocha Iced Capp?
Lady rolls eyes and walks to chocolate pump, puts 1 pump of chocolate into my iced capp and hands it back to me.
Me: Um, Shouldn't this be mixed up and have whipped cream on it?
Lady: I gave you a straw, you can mix it, and the whipped cream is extra.
Me: The picture shows it already mixed up with whipped cream.
Lady: That's the supreme. You didn't ask for the supreme.
Me: Okay, just give me the right donut and my drink please.
Lady: Whatever. (and hands me my Iced Capp -with one pump of chocolate, not mixed in, with no whipped cream and a sour cream timbit.)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Proverbs 15:5- A fool spurns his father's discipline, but whoever heeds correction shows prudence.
Proverbs 29:15- The rod of correction imparts wisdom, but a child left to himself disgraces his mother.
Proverbs 13:24- He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves his son is careful to discipline him.
Proverbs 13:24 says, "CAREFUL to discipline him." I'm refocusing on this point. I need to be careful to discipline and careful in discipline. I love my children, more than words can express, and I need to make sure that I always discipline out of the love that I have for them, just as Christ disciplines us out of his amazing love for us.
Friday, June 11, 2010
So, today, instead of coming in and washing diapers, folding clean laundry, emptying the dishwasher, reloading the dishwasher (you get the picture), the kids and I spent a long time cuddling on the porch watching the clouds, lightening, and rain; and listening to the thunder and random train whistles. It was peaceful, and I could feel God reducing my stress and telling me, "This is good, this is important, I've been trying to get you to pay attention to your kids, you are finally getting it." I get it... I finally get it.