I am NO June Cleaver by any means. I do not get up each morning to make my kids breakfast. My house is NOT spotless. Sometimes, my laundry backs up for a couple of days before I wash them. I’d rather wash toilets than do a sink of dishes. I would like to buy something for myself every now and then…
I love my children dearly, and they will ALWAYS come before my needs. That is a sacrifice that I am more than willing to make. My desire is to teach them to be self sufficient. To know how to run a household, cook a meal, do for others. I give my children chores. They have to help take out the trash, fold clothes, wash clothes, vacuum, etc. We are teaching them to cook. I am helping them to hide the WORD in their hearts, so that they can pull from it when needed. It’s so funny to hear my 5 year old say the Lord’s Prayer and mess up on some of the words.
True mothering is becoming a lost art. Don’t get me wrong, there are A LOT of GREAT mothers out there, but some just do not care how their children turn out. They don’t care about what they are putting into their kids. It drives me crazy to see people teaching their children to expect something from others. Like they are entitled to something from everyone.
Over this past weekend, our church took part in a local festival. It made me feel great because I got so many compliments on how much my kids worked and helped out. One lady said, “You’re raising some awesome and responsible men here.” Of course, I didn’t get too proud.
My kids love to help. They are willing to help others and that blesses my heart. In Psalms, it says to “consider the poor” and I definitely don’t have to worry about my kids not wanting to help somebody else. I’m not bragging on our parental skills, just trying to set an example for other parents.
So, what kind of mother are you? Are you raising up a child in the way they should go, or are you raising bullies? Brats? Kids that think they are better than everyone else? Only you and God know the true contents of your parental skills. I encourage you to take a look at yourself and see what needs improvement and what is just right.
Be Blessed!! 🙂
While reading the status’s of young pre-teen girls, I find them somewhat humorous and sometimes very irritating. Being the mother of a pre-teen, I get a glimpse of what is going on in their circle of friends. I have found that who ever gives the “invite” of the week is the “bestie” of the moment… In other words, if my daughter invites so and so over for the night, she instantly becomes so and so’s best friend! Just like that. Magical huh?
Some of the same girls will post their ‘best friend’ each day and it’s amazing how different they look from day to day. One of these days, they will learn what a true friend is. I have different levels of friends. While my sister is my best friend and my husband is my best friend, I also have Angie, Lynn, and my mom who are my best friends. They are on different levels because they all offer me a different aspect of friendship. They don’t have to invite me over to spend the night, lol, or give me money, or buy my friendship. It’s offered freely. It’s not a lose, win, what do I have to gain, get me out of the house away from my parents thing. I can tell them anything and they aren’t going to tell everyone else. I can call them for prayer at any hour of the day.
Quality of friendship takes time to build and if your constantly shifting it, it won’t have a chance to grow. I know that you learn these things as you go and as you get older, but if words of advice are heard in advance, it may take them on a shorter detour in life instead of the long way around.
It’s a short story. Maybe some of you have noticed that my sister, and a few others, call me Karn or Karne at times. Yes, my name is Karen and is spelled K-A-R-E-N. But sometimes, I type so fast that my fingers run away from my brain and I type the -n- before the -e-. I have always done this. Since I learned to type in Jr High.
So, one day, about 13 years ago, I was typing, and my little sister, Emily, was with me. She was like, who’s Karne? Why do you keep typing Karne? (she was like 10 or 11 at the time) So I explained to her the reason above. From that day, the name stuck. She and her friends adopted the nick name.
So, any present I get, or card, or even messages on facebook, the label will have Karne or Karn on the label or type. I’m very used to it and don’t notice the difference most of the time. My 2 year old neice, Adah, even thinks that my name is Auntie Karne. LOL When I type ‘Adah’, I usually type ‘Aday’ and have to backspace. Oh well, at least it resembles her real name other than “Ethel”. My husband has called Adah, Ethel, from the time that my sister was pregnant with her. He has ALWAYS called her Ethel and she answers to it. She’ll always be Ethel to Uncle David.
So, that’s the story of Karne. Maybe some of you have a funny story of a name change from someone or a nick name that you would like to share on our wall. Feel free to share it with us and our readers.
AKA Karne, Karn
“Oh, we had such a wonderful night/day. The dog and cat were holding hands. The kids got along just great and I’ve never ruined a supper. Honestly. Never.”
We are all human. We all make mistakes. While someone’s trial is coming to an end, someone else’s is just beginning. We go thru cycles of ups and downs. It is a natural part of life. We can not always be on the mountain top. Nothing grows on the mountain top. All of the growth, nutrients, and trials, are while down in the valley. But the God of the mountain top experience is still God in the valley!
While on Facebook or another web site, it’s easy to pretend like everything is hunky dory… You never face a trial and instead of lifting others up during theirs, you put them down or make them feel guilty for feeling something other than pure bliss.
Well folks, life is not always blissful on the other side of the computer. There are a lot more who are out there struggling and hurting and choose to face their trials alone, because others have shamed them into secrecy.
I’ll be the first to say, that I AM NOT PERFECT, just forgiven. Though I may be on the mountain top now, when the valley experience comes, I will know that it didn’t come to stay, it came to pass, that it’s for my good and my growth, and that my faith will remain in the Lord.
Ok, I have eyes. I have a mirror. I also live with myself daily. I know that I am over weight. That’s a big DUH. In the last few months, I have successfully gained over 20 more pounds unintentionally. I don’t know how, if I did, I would stop it… What gets me, is that people look you up and down, like you don’t notice and then look at your face and smile, or look at you with disgust or pity.
Just because your over weight, fat, obese, how ever you put it, doesn’t mean that you desire to dress ugly either. I can’t stand going into a store to look at clothes that are labeled plus size, and everything you look at is shapeless and the most ugly material you’ve ever seen. One of my favorite stores is Lane Bryant, but I have pet peeves with it also. All of their models are NOT plus size!!!! They are regular, tall, big boned women. NOT PLUS SIZE. There are a few name brand stores, who are now carrying plus size clothing, you just have to pay an arm and a leg for them. (If only we could find a way to get rid of fat cells for the price instead of limbs… if only… lol)
Now that I’m on a roll, (and no, not the rolls on my stomach or back or legs, and no I didn’t say I wanted to eat a roll), it drives me insane to hear someone that is obviously skinny, call themselves fat. My little sister, Emily, whom you’ve been introduced to on this site, is barely 104 pounds soaking wet! Sometimes I just want to yell at her, “GO EAT SOMETHING!!!” I love her dearly. It’s just not fair that she got a skinny gene.
I am trying to remind myself that I am “fearfully and wonderfully made” by God and in His image. God doesn’t make no junk! (yes, I used a double negative). I can not “down” His handy work. Though I have a few suggestions… just kidding, He knows what I want changed.
All of that to say this, you’ve heard the old sayin’, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Well, don’t judge a person by their layers of skin. You don’t know what they’ve been thru already and what has brought them to where they are. You’ve not walked a mile in my shoes or anyone else’s. I did not choose to be obese. I’m trying to change that. Be compassionate and not judgemental. I have a whole lot more to love! Now, if your a skinny minny, GO EAT SOMETHING! Be blessed!
As I sit back and watch her play with her babies, fix their hair, change their clothes, give them whoopings, and love on them, I am amazed at how much about life she has taken in. She tells me all the time, “Mommy, have you found a boyfriend for me yet? I want you to pick him out.” Of course I tell her that I haven’t found one yet, and I’ll keep looking, and when God shows him to me, I’ll tell her.
When Essie grows up, she wants to be a mermaid, a cheerleader, a dancer, and a mom. She declares that she wants 5 children. That was also my magic number, but unfortunately, I had to stop at 4. (another story for another time) She has no idea of the hardships of growing up. Her thoughts about life are still innocent. She doesn’t know that friends will come and go. That being popular, a slacker, a book worm, etc, are labels through out school. That people will be jealous of her in one way or another. Love and forgiveness is not always given. She will not be able to please everyone.
I have no doubt that God is going to use her. I pray that as young as she is, she will learn life’s lessons in a Godly manner. I pray that I will be able to help guide her. That her spirit will not be crushed in any way. For her to know that it’s O.K. to love the things that she does. So, Essie Laine Wilds, when you have the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance…
I know that I am blessed beyond measure! If you think about it, you are too. Think about the people around the world. We are a very blessed nation. Most do not take the time to see how blessed we really are.
If you have any change at all in your pocket, you are richer than 93% of the WORLD! We are stuck in the ‘woe is me’ mentality. Mostly because we don’t have what we WANT instead of what we NEED. There are major differences between our wants and our needs. Our wants do not keep our children fed. Our wants are basically to keep up with the Jones anyway. To try to make good impressions on other women or people in general.
When you think about it, if you have most of what you want, are you really happy? Does it fulfill your spiritual needs? Are you pleasing God? Think about your life. Think about how blessed you really are. God woke you up this morning!
I ask myself all the time, “Who am I that God cares so much for me?” He sent His only Son to die for MY sins! He gave me a wonderful husband that I love dearly and I know without a doubt that he loves me also. God blessed me with 4 beautiful children, who are talented, anointed, funny, and I love them beyond measure. We have a roof over our head that we have made into a home. We have food on our table. Not only do we feed our children, we have the opportunity to feed other children, physically and spiritually.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God loves me and has blessed me. Who am I to deserve such as this?
Could you imagine living in the days before air condition was invented? I know that there are several people today, that still do not use it, but I could not go without it for long. We are not in the dead heat of summer at the moment, like we were earlier in the season, and our temps have been reasonably warm. Thank God for that, because our central unit is totally out! Therefore, it got me thinking about the heat.
Could you imagine the “odor” that must have permitted the air? Body odor, ‘bathroom’ odors, spoiled food, among other things. There was no ‘coolness’ to take a break in. No wonder swooning is in movies that are set back in the day.
Being hot makes me ill and cranky! I don’t want anyone touching me, and wear only enough clothes to be decent. My hair MUST be off of my face. All of the box fans are in place. The kids are whining because they are hot. Momma is whining because she is hot. There is a whole new meaning to “murmuring and complaining”! If anyone has any doubts about how hot hell is, it’s gonna be a WHOLE LOT HOTTER than this, so don’t set on going!
On the other hand, we are soooo very blessed! We have a home! We have food! We have GOD! We have each other! We have LOVE! We have no doubt that God is going to make a way. He said “every need supplied!”
Psalms 37:25 says, “I have been young, now am old, yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor His seed begging bread”!!
We all have those days where everything just gets under our skin. We wanna throw our hands up and scream, “I give up!!” But have you ever thought about doing just the opposite? Giving in?
When the ark of the covenant was returned to the City of David, David danced before the Lord with all his might and ‘let it all hang out’. How about, when you feel like giving up, you just throw your hands in the air and say, “Thank You Lord! Thank You for THIS day that You have made! Thank You for giving me Your sweet breath of life!”
Do a little dance across your living room. Let the joy of the Lord over take you and be your strength. He wonders why we are so uptight all the time and try to be ‘dignified’. God wants us to give Him a sacrifice of praise, no matter how silly it looks or sounds. It’s for Him, not anyone else.
So go ahead! Get all silly and funkedified in the spirit and let God lift yours! The JOY OF THE LORD is our strength!!!!
Ever wonder how you got to where you are today? Most likely, you are like your parents in many ways or whomever raised you. If you have children of your own, what are you teaching them and where are you leading them?
As I look at today’s youth, I see many who are wandering from here to there, searching for something tangible. They are so unproductive and look here and there for a hand out. Most parents are not teaching their kids to work for what they receive. They are looking for someone to give them what they want or need for nothing. No commitment in anyway to anything.
Society today has it all wrong. My family is blessed, so I can’t complain. My husband was raised to work for your food or what ever you need and that God will bless you for it. He works 2 jobs to take care of our family of 2 adults and 4 children. Our first fruits, our tithe, is always given first! We give back to God for His blessings on us. Therefore, we are teaching our children that if you don’t work for what you need, don’t expect a hand out. They know the value of a dollar and that you don’t get it very easily. You teach a child from a young age that they have to do their part. Take out the trash, help wash or fold laundry, pick up toys, dust, etc. Responsibility is where it starts.
There are too many adults trying to be friends with teenagers or their children, so the child/teen are not getting the structure that they need. How are you going to be remembered when that child grows up? “The fun/ party house where we can do anything we want to”, or “the fun, loving home where I learned the basics for life?” Discipline has been thrown out the window also. You HAVE to correct a child/teen when they are doing wrong. If they are not corrected, they go on to be destructive. You can’t say, “Well, that’s just the way that they are.” No, you help to mold them into who they are. It doesn’t take away their individuality, it adds a good character trait.
Are you raising productive members of society? It’s never too late to start.