Just a couple things. Or a few. What’s the difference anyway? Two or three… Or four, or more!
So I realized a few things tonight. First, I really do not like almonds in my chocolate bars. Second, I absolutely LOVE english toffee in my chocolate bars. Third, no Symphony bars I have ever found have only english toffee. So I must suffer through the almonds. :(
Ok, on to the real point(or two) of this post. =]
I was writing an email to a dear friend of mine, and I mentioned a few struggles I’ve been having. As I wrote the email, I realized two very important things. First, it’s best not to leave your chapstick too close to a lit candle, and second, that God is NOT strongest when we are weak. I seem to hear that a lot, that God is content to watch us up until a certain point, at which time He jumps in and picks us up. Sorry to break the news to you, but He doesn’t do that. Instead, He walks beside us, daily offering all of His Perfect Love and Might to us. But when we think we’re doing ok, we like to push Him away. It’s when we are weak that we finally allow our barriers to fall down, and accept His help. Isn’t that kinda backwards? Why do we wait until we have nothing left to ask for His help? Maybe we should be on our knees daily thanking Him, and accepting His gifts.
Then another thought came to me. So often people complain about growing up(or maybe it’s just me. I do it. A lot). But think about it. There are what, 7 billion people on this planet right now? And there have been a lot before… You know, 5-7 thousand years we’ve been around, and so far, people have kept on growing up and becoming men and women. What different for us? Oh right. No one is standing there saying “Buck up and be a man.” That applies to you girls too. I’m pretty sure.
You see, back before we had political correctness, and hundreds of self help books lining bookstore shelves, people weren’t afraid to actually talk sense to kids. You could tell a kid “Suck it up” when they were whining, and didn’t get criticism from the woman the next aisle over(this actually happened). You could raise your kids to be responsible and not expect everything to be given to them, and not be afraid of people telling you how badly you were sacking their childhood. In short, you could raise men and women, not boys and girl. Why can’t we do that now? Here’s a hint: Start telling yourself to buck up and deal with it.
Izzy
