Have you ever wondered why certain people stay in your memory that normally you wouldn’t think about? Those whose’s mear name makes your blood boil to those who were briefly in your life over the years? Then some only pop in on rare occasions that were in your life for a long period of time?
There is something about the mind that kicks into overdrive once I close my eyes to sleep. A flood of events and memories that during the day, never appear. Some of them so subtle I can’t recall the name of the person or what they look like. Still there they are for a brief moment in the dark of night.
Memories often have a way of making me say to myself, “Who was that person, I don’t recognize them,” even though I know it was me but now it feels like it was someone else! It seems like a dream that I keep remembering but some of the parts are missing. Though I feel like something is missing, I can see how they have shaped me into who I am now.
All memories aren’t going to be good but if you use them to steer you in the right direction, even good can come from bad. If you let them push you around and control you, the road is going to be bumpy. Learning how to use the bad to your benefit isn’t easy, but it can be done with a little bit of stubbornness thrown in. It takes all the memories to mold us for tomorrow, create a one of a kind mold starting today!
Once there were young people as well as older folks who responded with respect to everyone. What happened? The role of parents were taken away and replaced by laws. We need laws to protect us but like everything, the rearing of children should be left to the parents. The Lord said, spare the rod and spoil the child. A switch isn’t going to kill them but once they are old enough to know about child abuse, the kids will use it as a threat.
I do NOT agree with child abuse but I do believe a parent should be able to tan a butt, take away privileges and set the rules of the home. My youngest son tried the, I’ll call the cops and tell them you abuussed me, he couldn’t say abused, he was too little. I said go ahead, I’ll come home tonight and you can go stay with strangers. He cried and said, “You won’t come get me?” I replied, they won’t let me,” that ended that!
The outlook of children and occasionally adults is that they are not responsible to anyone but themselves. I call this the “me syndrome”, it’s all about me and me alone! It’s time parent’s drag out the truth, that there are consequences for every action, good or bad. That truth, morals and respect for others, including our leaders isn’t an option, it’s what society expects!
God needs to be put back in his proper place of reverence. Until these things happen, the divide in America will continue.
Some folks have lost their will to fight for what is right. Sometimes it’s from being labeled a traitor for disagreeing. They are bashed for expressing their views, questioned for their reasoning. Voices from the other side have no problem pointing out that we should just accept the outcome. Many only hear free, everything is free. There is no such thing as free, there is always a catch, and this time it involves surrendering our freedom and prosperity.
Where is God’s part in the choices of who leads our nation? Does he want someone willing to shed innocent blood? No, not at all! He wants someone who will protect the unborn.
Behold, children are a heritage and a gift from the Lord. The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Jesus Blesses Little Children
13 Then children were brought to Jesus so that He might place His hands on them [for a blessing] and pray; but the disciples reprimanded them.14 But He said, “Leave the children alone, and do not forbid them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”15 After placing His hands on them [for a blessing], He went on from there.
Is your choice for leaders based on God’s preferences or your own? I was asked if I thought the ancestors of the families that Hitler killed would feel differently. I read up on Hitler and his childhood was racked with abuse. Not every mother is going to abuse her child and many children have grown up to give wonderful blessings and knowledge to the world.
My mind can come up with some of the strangest thoughts when I lay down at night. I have no idea how I can go from decorating my home to murder. As I lay thinking last night, I wondered how someone can love their spouse today and murder them a few years later?
Is the murderer just looking for the perfect mate to insure heavily so they can earn their trust? The victim never sees it coming, the worst betrayal imaginable. Imagine seeing the person who you trusted with your life, now taking it! That last memory would be unbearable.
I wonder if the killer thinks about what they have done outside of taking a life. Was the soul of the victim ready to stand before God? Where will the victim spend eternity? What if the victim who could have been estranged from God, have found him, if their life hadn’t been taken today?
Greed, not money, is the root of all evil, and the evil has to be in the heart of the killer to decide that material things are more precious than life.
I have never seen such anger in the USA in my 60 years of living! Friends are jumping down the throats of friends because of the difference in opinion. I’ve lost several friends during elections because they didn’t like my response to their railing against my choices. I am not mad at them and will always respond to them if they contact me, I seriously doubt that will happen though.
There is always a winner and a loser in any challenge. Both sides need to realize that there can’t be two winners and no losers. Life simply doesn’t work this way! I am a republican, I want my party to win because I believe in them as much as those who are democrats, but common sense says I may not win. I will adjust to the results as long as it is done with legitimacy.
This generation has damaged the children. They aren’t taught that there are a winner and a loser. Everyone gets a reward even if they fail. How can these children learn to deal with real life? It is no wonder there are so many suicides among young people, in the real world everyone isn’t nice. We are doing our children no favors in teaching them that everything is always going to be peaches and cream!.
I know that Mr. Trump needs to be a bit more discipline in his tweets. I also know he has made life better for the world in many ways. When I watch the news I just want to smack them. They refuse to say one nice word or give him credit for his accomplishments. They twist his words and refuse to show his campaign ads. When Obama was in office I felt bad for him because it seemed that he was mistreated, but Trump has been treated the worse of any president in history.
I loved the series “House”! House is rude, crude, childlike at times, and stubborn. His bedside manners are horrible. However, he finds answers that normal thinking doctors overlook. His methods sound barbaric at times. Yet, at the end of the day, he has saved a life. He pushes the envelope to the edge and tilts it slightly. Hate Trump if you will but you can’t say he doesn’t provide the answer to the problem. His personality rubs everyone the wrong way but he gets the job done.
Exactly what does that mean, the good ole days? When you were younger, slimmer, and physically fit? Those things were wonderful but life was harder for most of us then. We were chasing our toddlers, living on a shoestring budget, and trying to balance work with family. To keep up with the Jone’s we got our self in debt so deep that there seems no way out. Daily we hoped that nothing broke down because replacing it would mean letting another bill go unpaid that month.
The age of 50 seemed to be the magic number when things begin to settle down. You have learned to use what you have till it wears out completely. That new item that excites you today, soon loses it thrill as you pay the monthly payment. That having some money saved for repairs and emergencies is a must. That second hand isn’t taboo and as long as it serves the purpose is all that matters, one payment and it’s yours. This is the time when you realize that retirement is just around the corner and you begin to prepare for it.
Once an adult, twice a child is so true. You soon return to being a caregiver for your parents. It can be a challenge since they still see themselves as adults and don’t want to accept that time has taken its toll. They sometimes rebel at your stepping in, it’s understandable since their independence is slipping away. That is extremely hard for them to accept!
The truth is that the good ole days were a time when we were young and still at home. What we are truly trying to capture is our childhood. We didn’t have a care in the world. Everything looked rossey, the air was fresher, the sky bluer and sleep came without effort.
I laugh when I hear people say, “God messed up with Adam so he made Eve! The more I deal with my kids, the more I believe that Adam or Eve had an incomplete gene. What part of do all the dishes isn’t clear? Rinse out the sink when you’re done with the dishes and wipe down the stove. Here is what I find, the dirty pans are still on the stove, the strainer is full of food and the stove was wiped down with a cold dishcloth. The grease is just smeared from one place to another.
In the beginning, I thought it was only boys who had this gene but I am hearing from other mothers that their daughters have it too. A friend of mine told her daughter to put the clothes in the dryer. The dryer was never turned on!
Husbands must carry this incomplete gene as well. My husband seems to think the dishwasher will empty itself. He normally cleans the kitchen on the weekends provided the dishwasher is empty. I’ve checked for teeth and my dishwasher has none!
This gene must have mutated from a complete one to half of one. I normally only get half of a job done around here. The phrase, “if a job is worth doing, do it right”, must have been said on one of those selective hearing days. With this said, I guess something is better than nothing, WRONG! Instead, I make the kid, go back and do it right. Sometimes a fight ensues but I am bound to win, where do my kids think they got their stubborn streak from?