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Yankees are Allowed – Feeding the Flock 23

When the thought for this post first came to me, it was in the middle of the night, and as usual I was too lazy write it down. I can’t remember exactly where I was going with this, but I think it had to do with the multitude of different nations that are going to be in heaven.

I work for a company that allows me to work at home. A lot of companies do that now after the Covid thing. I have been working at home since 2015. I love not having to commute, not having to worry about fixing my hair or buying a dress-up wardrobe. I am allowed to wear whatever I want as long as my voice is professional and courteous.

Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone was allowed? Too many things are not allowed.  Not allowed to say this, not allowed to say that. Don’t talk politics, don’t talk ‘religion’. No pets allowed, no bare-feet allowed, no cut-off’s, no wonder we have a hard time keeping up with all the rules.

I am on the phone all day long and sometimes people ask me where they are calling. Where I’m from is not where I live and too many times they act surprised that I don’t have the accent that goes along with where they are calling. Lawd, knows I try to get that southern drawl in but I just don’t have it. Sometimes they will ask if I’m a blue state or a red state. They almost never find the humor when I tell them that my favorite color is red but sometimes when I’m feeling down I’m a little blue, so it’s probably safe to say I’m in a constant state of confusion.

I find that people tend to hold stereo-types of others based on where they are from and what they believe. (Terry, Tall Cool 😎ne  knows you don’t care how he did it back home! You’ve always done it this way. 🤪 ) I suppose we all tend to have our own opinions on how things should be done and tend to think it should be done the way we have always done it.  God create each and every one of us special in our own ways (some of us more special than others — I did indeed ride the short bus).

 If you haven’t seen Jesus Revolution definitely put it on your list. I love how Pastor Chuck took care of the carpets when one of his parishioners complained about the hippies with their dirty feet.

Serving all men … “I have become all things to all men, that I might by all means save some.” ~ 1 Corinthians 9:22

God doesn’t care what side of the tracks we grew up on. He doesn’t care where we came from. Jesus lves everyone. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanses us for all unrighteousness. ~ 1 John 1:9

What are you holding on to that you can confess and let go of today? Today is the day of salvation.

Be blessed,

  Enjoying YUPPY BROWINES over in Crackerberries Kitchen!

 

Ballerina

music-box-ballerina

Once upon a time when I was a young girl I remember going to one of my cousin’s house to visit with my family.  We seemed to visit them quite often.  I remember they had a nice house in a quaint little neighborhood.  My sister and I would play with our cousins in the basement where there was an old piano or we would go to the school a block away and have fun on the playground.  I remember they always had really cool toys; fun stuff that my sister and I didn’t have.

On one such visit I was so very intrigued by a jewelry box that played music and had a ballerina that twirled, that I took it.  Stole the little twirling ballerina off the pedestal and stuck it in my pocket.  I knew it was wrong and I had that feeling in my stomach that I shouldn’t have done it.  Boy, did I find out how wrong it was and let me just say that feeling got even worse when my mother made me bring the ballerina back and apologize to my aunt and my cousin for taking it.  The eighth commandment … “Thou shall not steal”.  I still get goose bumps when I think about that learning moment.  I hated my mother for making me do that.

Parents teach their kids morals and values at a very young age.  I’m not sure at what age children test their boundaries and the authority of their parents.  Maybe it is two years old when you tell them not to touch the stove because it’s hot and they look right at you with that shit-eating grin and touch it anyways.  Being a parent is not easy.  I always wanted to be a cool parent, not like my parents.  I wanted my kids to like me.  My parents didn’t let me do everything I wanted to do; they didn’t buy me everything I wanted, I didn’t even own a pair of Levi’s until I was a freshman in high school.  They made me do chores and work for things I wanted.  I do recall a pair of green striped Adidas© sneakers that I got for Christmas in the eighth grade.  I loved those sneakers and had them for many years … in fact I think my son wore them out when he was ten years old. He’ll be 24 this year.   I’m not sure how old I was when I realized my parents were cool.  If parents are doing their job right their kids aren’t going to like them much.
Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.
Lessons learned in childhood will last a lifetime.  As our children grow up we hope that we have instilled in them our morals and standards by which we live.  I have a hard time remembering what it was like to be that age when I didn’t like my parents.  I say to my kids, “I was that age once too, been there, done that.”  But I think I should just be able to tell them to do something, and they should listen to me and do what I say and that is that.  End of story.  I forget they have to test the waters just like I did.  They will go through the exact same learning process as I did.  Would life be easier if everyone just listened to their parents; if we could instill our wisdom in our kids, if our parents could instill their wisdom in us?  Our parents are still telling us do this, do that, and we’re still trying to do it our own way.  Do people ever really grow up and listen to their parents?
Live, learn, teach.  We can only hope for the best for our children, as our parents hope for the best for us.  Ultimately we are all held accountable for our own actions.