Twenty years ago this month, I received my first Valentine Bear and half a dozen roses from the love of my life. We had only been together for 3 weeks at the time, so it was like “shock and awe”. I wasn’t expecting anything. I slept with that bear EVERY NIGHT for the 4 and a half years before we got married.
To this day, David has always made sure that I had some sort of flowers or roses for Valentines. Since our “lean” months are in Winter, (he does mowing Spring – Fall, which is more income than his Fire Chief position), I’ve told him that he doesn’t have to order me roses or anything, because I totally understand the financial burden that extra expenses add to an already strapped budget.
I can not complain. I have the best support system in my very own home! I’m pampered and loved by the best Valentine that a gal can have.
By the way, I still have that very first, worn and tattered Valentine Bear…
An armor bearer.
A talented musician.
A man on the run.
A man of war.
A man who lusted.
A man after God’s own heart.
David was definitely someone who had to fight his flesh and learn lessons upon making mistakes. He was often described as a man after God’s own heart, yet he was a sinner. What kind of heart could David have possibly possessed as a sinner to still be known as a man after God’s own heart?
A repentant heart. That’s right. David possessed a heart of earnest repentance. A heart that sought forgiveness and guidance from a loving God.
As humans, we are prone to make mistakes. No one said we’d ever come close to perfect, but we can strive to possess a repentant heart as David did. Repent means to turn from, so upon repentance, seek forgiveness and guidance for yourself, along with strength to fully turn from that which caused you to sin. In your own legacy, wouldn’t you love to be described as a man/woman after God’s own heart?
There is nothing like a great friend to turn to, for whatever reason. God has blessed me with a select few. True friends are few and far between. Loyalty, trustworthiness, a shoulder to cry on, or to have a good laugh, are just a few qualities that my friends and I share.
Angie is my long distant best friend. Though she is on the other side of the nation, I know that I can call, text, e-mail, or message her for any reason at any time. Whether I need to vent, tell her good news, need prayer for something, I know she is there. Angie is is always there for me, though she can’t be ‘here’, our hearts are with each other.
Lynn has been my best friend since childhood. We don’t have to talk to each other everyday to know that our friendship is true. We always pick up where we left off. I am the Batman to her Robin. She is one of the strongest ladies that I have ever met. She has gone through heart wrenching trials, (her 2 year old passed away suddenly, 6 years ago), and she still has her faith in God and knows that He is the One who carries her life in His hands.
My sister, Emily, is my constant. We have to agree to disagree agreeably. We spend the most time together. I do feel the need to “mother” her at times instead of just standing back and being the “big sister”. We know each other in and out. Our likes and dislikes. We can correct each other and not think anything about it. I wouldn’t trade her for anything. She’s a keeper.
I am also blessed to have my mom. I can vent to her and tell her anything that I need to and she will keep it with her. She will pray about anything that I need prayer for or just listen if I need to talk.
My best friend of all, is my husband, David. He is always there for me, no matter what. He spoils me like crazy. I am so undeserving. God truly blessed me when He gave David to me.
I pray that I can be as good of a friend to them as they are to me. I also hope to gain close relationships with others and for God to give me the wisdom, loyalty, and words to speak to help others.
Some of you may be wondering:
How can I have a legacy that carries on when I have such an un-Godly past behind me? Doesn’t that leave me marred somehow?
We’ve all done things. Some of us more so than others. But then we came to know Jesus, and he washed all of those sins away.
Now that you’re on your new found path, you stress. But why?
Um, maybe because my past is troubling me…
I’ve struggled with this myself before. I used to always worried that I was unworthy or incapable of teaching my children the ways of the Lord because I was not always pure. But there are a few things I want to point out to you that helped me…
Nothing in your past has anything to do with the legacy you will pass down unless you allow it to. So stand tall, hold your head high, and teach your children the way they need to be taught. Never hold back or feel insecure. Tell them all about our Father and be confident.
After all, if you’re not confident, why would they want what you have? Be the example!
“Just wait ’til your daddy gets home!”
“I am NOT going to tell you again!”
“How many times do I have to tell you?”
I often find myself yelling these phrases at my 4 children. Not because I want to, but out of the habit of frustration. With my husband being a fire chief and self-employed on the side, I often find myself, in what I call “single parent syndrome”. (Though I have full partnership in parenting our children and this is in NO DISRESPECT, whatsoever, to single parents.) I am often alone with our children and they definitely have their moments when they don’t want to listen.
I don’t want to leave a legacy of yelling and discord with my children. I want them to remember how much I love them and that I would give my very life for them. I want them to remember to love others, no matter what. To bless others. To give even if you have to give your last. To always give God their first fruits in tithe and offerings. That God is first and foremost in our lives and that we must surrender to Him.
These are the things that I want to plant into the hearts of my children. David and I, also, want to make sure that our children know that we love each other. The things that a marriage is built on. That it’s okay to disagree as long as it’s agreeably. If they see him give me a kiss on the cheek or an out and out smooch, they also see the love and fun that radiates from it.
We always make sure that we hug our children and tell them that we love them. I want them to know how to nurture their children, when that day comes. It’s so important for them to know how much we love them and that we are proud of them. A child should always feel secure in the love of their parents and the love that Christ has for them.
I pray, daily, that God will bless my children and help me be the mother that He has called me to be. To give me the wisdom and guidance to help them through this life.
So when it comes to your life, are you sure about what kind of legacy you are leaving for your children? Are you on the right track? If not, there is still time to make a U-turn. Have a blessed day and go give those kiddos a huge hug and a kiss and tell them you love them.
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