"Say nothing, and someone may think you are wise" Job 13:5

I managed to get my kids out to church this morning. This feat certainly deserves some kind of mom award, if such things existed. The kids actually behaved, and Scott managed to stay awake, so all in all it was a good service.

The main theme of the sermon today was listening with a focus on Chapter 13 from the Book of Job. I thought this was quit an appropriate passage for me. Lord knows, there are many times where I fail horribly at listening to those around me.

Religious or not, Christian or not, the passage from Job is a good one. After losing everything he has, including his wife, children, possessions, and health, Job's friends sit with him for 7 days in silence. But as soon as Job begins to talk about how he feels his friends feel the need to interject with their personal thoughts. This pushes Job pretty much over the edge. His retort" Your proverbs are as useless as ashes. Your arguments as weak as clay. Be quiet and give me a chance to speak! And let the results be what they will!"

In a nutshell, sometimes you need to just shut up, realize it's not always about you, and listen to what someone else has to say. Let them cry, bitch, mourn, and work out their feelings. Just be there to listen. Sometimes it's the wisest thing you can do.

Back to blogging

I took a ridiculously long break from gracing the interwebs with my useless opinions and drivel regarding my daily life and family. I've decided this break was a waste, plus I get bored when I'm not writing something, so I'm back here on blogspot.

Thought for today...

My kids are getting to damn old. My realization of this started with Rylan's desire to buy a fedora. Not that a fedora in and of itself signifies any kind of maturity level, but just the fact that he made a fashion choice that was so...him... showed me that he's thinking for himself.

Brianna washed her face with cold cream. She's concerned she's going to get pimples, and wants to take care of her skin. I try to remember that I was just slightly older than her when I started shaving my legs, but the very uncool parent in me wants to stick her in a frilly pink smock and put pigtails in her hair and remind her that she's still a little girl.

Chayse got a real haircut. Considering this was only his second real haircut in his 5 years of life (the others being trims done by me and a traumatizing chop job done by himself), this was a big step. He's also starting pre school next week. My last baby, growing up. I realized the other day that he was probably too big to fit in his mei tai anymore and I should probably give it to someone who could use it. But honestly, I don't think I could bring myself to hand it over to anyone.