Showing posts from October, 2009

God is Everywhere

Instead of complaining that the rosebush is full of thorns, be happy that the thorn bush has roses. ~Proverb

The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks. ~Randall Jarrell

It is no use to grumble and complain;
It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice;
When God sorts out the weather and sends rain -
Why, rain's my choice.
~James Whitcomb Riley

Why is it that when we don't have a job we get depressed and want one, but when God blesses us with one, we complain about the same job we were so desperate for? Or we long for children but then complain about having to take care of them?

I have a renewed zeal to refrain from complaining. Thankfulness is the order of the day. My kids can hear me complain about having to take care of them, how could I ever subject them to that?

It seems with social networking sites we have a new, almost anonymous voice with which to air our complaints. Here's the thing - God is on Facebook, and I'm pr…

Do Over

One thing I appreciate in other people is the willingness to be honest and talk to me if they think I've got a problem - sin or otherwise. I hope that you will always feel welcome to bring criticism to me and know that I will love you all the more for doing it.

I am reposting this because I was unsatisfied with it the first time. Just to warn you, I'm going to be really honest in this post.

I have been struggling a lot lately. More than usual. With very basic things like getting up in the morning. I'm going to be honest. I've had problems with depression but it hasn't been this bad in a couple of years.

I love my kids. I love my husband. I would never want to face life without them. My emotional issues have nothing to do with them. Except they do because they are the ones affected the most by them.

One of the things I have always vowed to myself is that my kids would never have to parent me. They would never be or feel like they are responsible for my flaws.…

The Cycle

I have oftened wondered how two people who've experienced the same horrors in life can have completely different outcomes both in attitude and in quality of life.

Sometimes neither is particularly good but in contrast one seems above the other. One may be clinic-ly depressed but the other is a serial killer so in our eyes the depressed one has a good life.

In my life I have a very grave responsibility to not allow my past horrors to affect my children negatively. It's very difficult sometimes.

Sometimes it is very difficult to be honest with ourselves. Sometimes we so desperately want normalcy that we pretend we have it, we pretend that everything is fine. So we unintentionally continue the cycle. It may not be physical abuse, it might be bitterness or fear or hatred.

I've been to counseling, I've read the books. But the only solution I've found that actually works is Jesus. In Him I find the ability to forgive. I can look at the horrors of my past through H…