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"What is the most important time? Now Who is the most important person? The one you're with. What is the most important task? To bless and love the one you're with." ~ Tolstoy Everyday we've been given a "now". What will we do with it though? "Remember how short my time is; for what futility have You created all the children of men?" Psalm 89:47 There are days that all I seem to desire is going back to bed and waking up another day. Other days I seize with passion and accomplish so much. What makes the difference? I believe it's 5 seconds. That 5 seconds that I allowed myself to sit and ponder such a thought, a choice. I believe that everytime we make a decision to do the thing we want (without regard to what needs to be done) we lose part of our now. The most important person is the one we're with. This is our spouse, our kids, our family and friends. How important do we make them feel? I think back to the visitors that came to the hospital after I had my surgery. They didn't have to take time out of their days to come see me. But, they did, and it made me feel important. We don't always have someone in the hospital to visit, but we do always have someone to make feel important. We have children that look to us for attention. They wait for us to teach them something new and then praise them when they get it, and encourage them when they don't. We have husbands who need us to show their value in our lives. All day they face the pressure from this world's system and when they come home we have the opportunity to wipe all that away. How? By doing the little things that make them feel important. Making their favorite foods, keeping the home a place of order and comfort- not stress and untidiness. Saying kind words of encouragement and love to them. Finally, we have friends all around us just waiting for someone to notice them; the one that will take 5 minutes out of their day to just call and say they've been thinking about them. We have the power within ourselves to put a smile on someone's face that may have felt like crying; to make someone laugh who may have been angry; to erase all the angst thrown at our friend by listening to their concerns and offering advice.. With all of the aforementioned we also have one more way to bless them--praying for them. It doesn't take eloquent words or a thought-out script- it just takes love. |
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I wanted to post these lyrics because I sent someone special this song and I want them to be able to read what the song says: I Need You (Rebecca St James)  |
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Ephesians 5:33 “And let the wife see that she respects and reverences her husband.” Respects according to the Webster’s New International Dictionary means: That she notices him, regards him, honors him, prefers him, venerates (to regard somebody with profound respect), and esteems him Reverence according to the Webster’s New International Dictionary means: That she defers (concede precedence- to give way to, and usually acknowledge the merit of, somebody else’s judgment, opinion, wishes or actions ) to him, praises him, and loves and admires him exceedingly 1 Peter 3:2 “When they observe the pure and modest way in which you conduct yourselves, together with your reverence.” Reverence here, according to “A Greek-English Lexicon” by Joseph Thayer means: To respect, defer to, revere him—to honor him, esteem, appreciate, prize, and, in the human sense, to adore him, that is, to admire, praise, be devoted (loving and committed—feeling or showing great love, commitment, or loyalty to somebody, especially over a long period of time) to , deeply love, and enjoy your husband With only these 2 scriptures we, wives, have a pretty good direction and example of how we should be treating and living with our husbands. There must be respect for our mates. Looking at the definition, we can derive a conclusion as to whether or not we really hold respect for our husbands or not. Likewise, we should reverence our husbands. With both the definition from Webster’s and the one from the Greek-English Lexicon, we can evaluate what we consider our reverence for our husbands. When we’re talking about our husbands to someone else, there should be reverence in our words. When we are speaking with our spouse, we need to remember to venerate them and defer to them. These are not things many American women do. Why? Because we’ve been taught on the television, in books and in movies to rebel and talk “trash” about our husbands. We’ve been desensitized to the loyalty a woman should have for her mate. |
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Verse 1: You were the piece that didn’t fit into the puzzle mold I made I picked out the one that I thought I was worthy to glance upon Now that I place my heart piece Within the shape of yours I realize God gave me you And my puzzle can now be done. No need to buy me flowers To show your love for me I don’t need to be wined and dined You’ve captured this heart of mine There’s a special way you make me feel That makes my heart feel safe There’s a special place within me Fashioned for you before time Chorus: You’re a beautiful puzzle Your pieces all fashioned for me Everywhere I had rough edges You placed love intricately You’re my beautiful puzzle And together our pieces do fit Everyday we spend together Our life puzzle God does knit Verse 2: Along the years we’ve grown Our count is now at 5 There’s been wrong pieces placed But corrections we have made Although the colors you bring Are quite different from those I do Together we make a tapestry Of a love song gently played God placed each corner-piece and edge We’ve begun to fill them in Through distance, pain and tears Our pieces still were glued Some misunderstand what we do And how we’ve become one But I know that you do love me And you know I love you, too Chorus: You’re a beautiful puzzle Your pieces all fashioned for me Everywhere I had rough edges You placed love intricately You’re my beautiful puzzle And together our pieces do fit Everyday we spend together Our life puzzle God does knit Bridge: There are so many things you do That make me proud to be your wife I hope I can reciprocate such pride in you As together we spend our lives Chorus |
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I won't need a reprimand for having a pity
party because I'm sure by the time I'm finished writing this blog I
will have heard God tell me endless times the pettiness of this and how
much He loves me so... I just thought I would share some things that don't normally get shared in a place where nobody (unless one happens to) read this. I have been having an internal pity party these past couple of days and I've already got streamers up and the invitations out. Before I start writing down any names I thought I'd just try and vent and see the party comes to a halt. My first blog explained that I've questioned myself on different (numerous) occasions about what is wrong with me and why I write the way I do. Well, my last couple of writings actually ended on good notes and, in my opinion, quite hopeful. It doesn't seem to make a difference though as I began writing the other night something that popped in my head and after 3 days of writing it I've managed to scare every reader, but one, from my blog on MySpace. In all honesty, I was just being creative about a taboo subject and I liked how it was progressing. Okay, add to that the conversation I held with my husband last night and the one I had with my mother only hours ago and I'm ready to retire my "pen". Chad (my honey) told me that my songs were nothing that he would listen to and reminded him of Marilyn Manson. *Jaw drops* Does he even know who that guy is? That was an insult, I don't care who you are. Then, I had asked my mom for her critique on a song I was writing for my above-mentioned-spouse and she gave me the look that said "NO!" I explained that it wasn't my normal forte to write happy love songs and she said, "What is?" So, I pulled up a couple of my songs I wrote this year and read them to her. By the time I stopped and looked up she looked like she wanted to cry. "Why did you write that?" I can't explain it to her anymore than I can myself. Do I stop writing because the words that come out of me make one want to cry? Is not this simply an expression of something within me? Am I an Emo-child not yet out of her closet who needs to deal with some issues? "You are fearfully and wonderfully made" I heard the Lord say. Is it a coincidence that I read Psalm 139 just this morning? *Puts away the balloons and starts to roll up the streamers.* Help! |
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Embracing my writing paradigm As a Christian who loves the Word and reading spiritual-enriching and Christian-living books, I have often wondered what was wrong with me. I love to write and poems, songs and short stories often seem to just course through my hands onto paper (or this laptop). My frustration comes though when I stop and recognize that they are all pretty dark. I’ve been told that I could be a “goth” by a friend recently and I questioned the use of such a term. “I’ve just noticed that you beautify some pretty dark subject matter.” Wow! I don’t know how to take that, but I’m choosing to as a compliment. Most of my posts will probably reflect such writing and I guess this first blog is almost a warning. *laughs* Many times that I write my motivation or ideas spawn from past experiences, talks I’ve had with friends or my unique way of seeing things. My paradigm does have a dark overtone and I’ve learned that I can either hide it or embrace it. I’m gonna give it a hug and let it be. *winks* Blessings and Shalom! |