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Monday Musings…

“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and
discover that the prisoner was you.”
Lewis B. Smedes

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There have been times that though I said, I forgive you, I still held onto the offense and let it fester within until I was simply miserable.  Looking all around me to see what was wrong, neglecting to look at myself with an open and honest heart, I would wonder why I was so unhappy and sad and angry. 

As the quote says I was a prisoner. Locked in a prison of self-righteousness and pride.  Holding onto the wrong done, real or imagined, saying the words but not letting go of the anger and hurt.  Not acknowledging that I was involved in whatever the trouble was. Allowing my need to be right and blameless kept me chained in a pit of arrogance and self-importance.

I have learned some wrongs and hurts cannot or won’t be forgotten but they can be put in a box labeled, The Past.  Honestly, sometimes the box spills open and the memories come back but they don’t overwhelm me. I can remember knowing that the past is over and done, all has been forgiven.  Then I find a peace knowing that with forgiveness comes freedom, freedom filled with love.

 

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Friday, truth or tale…

 Friday
I write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by Irina_kukuts from Pixabay

The little boy ran into the kitchen and told his mom some exciting news. “Guess what Mom! I learned a new word at school today and it’s a bad one!  “Really? You learned a bad word at school?” “Well, not in school but at school on the playground at recess.”

“So, tell me what is the word?” “It’s not a word you say.  It’s a word you do!” “Oh, okay, show me the bad word you do.” “Don’t get mad when I do it. I know bad words are not used in this house except under ‘ceptional circumstands.”  “I won’t get mad,” his curious mom said. With that, he stood up very straight, lifted his arm, made a fist, and stuck one finger up.  “It’s called the finger,” he said with a serious face.

With great effort to keep from laughing, she said, “Oh my, you best be careful who you show that bad word. Looks like a fighting word to me.”  “Don’t worry, Mom, after I show Dad tonight I won’t do it again.”  “Good to know, Son.”

She could hardly wait to see her husbands reaction to their son’s new word that you don’t say but do.  Hopefully, Dad won’t laugh when he sees the demonstration or tell him he is using the wrong finger.

 

 

 

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In Other Words, decisions…

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Posted in Monday Musings, whatever!

Monday Musings…

“I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be
totally wrong about people;
to see only one tiny part of them and
confuse it for the whole.”
Lauren Oliver

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So often we make judgments about people by the way they dress, how they talk, who their friends are, where they live, how they make their living, whether they are old or young. Without even talking with someone we make up our minds who they are and what kind of person they may be. I am not sure why that is. Probably has something to do with our own vulnerability and lack of self-confidence.

I get upset if I think someone is judging me for something they think they know about me. Some people seem to think I don’t have any problems because I don’t have children or aging parents to care for or because I am retired that I must have made a lot of money when I worked. There are those who think because I am quiet and an introvert that I must have been a sweet well-behaved child/teen/young adult who never rebelled or caused any worries or problems for my family.  None of that is true. I have problems, I don’t have a lot of money, I was a rebellious person. Well, I am still something of a rebel albeit in a quiet non-disruptive way.

Because I do get upset with others because of what I think they are thinking about me I try to see others as just people. Not good or bad, better or worse than me, just people like me living each day as it comes.  Some days I am successful in being non-judgmental some days not so much. But I have learned people are made up of lots of parts and no one part makes them who they are. It takes all the parts put together to make a whole person.

It can be confusing trying to figure out how the parts fit together, though!

 

 

Posted in Friday, truth or tale..., whatever!

Friday, truth or tale…

 Friday
I write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by Ryan McGuire from Pixabay

Every Easter the Easter Bunny would come on Saturday night and hide two baskets filled with goodies, one for a boy and one for a girl.  Each basket would have chocolate bunnies and eggs, jelly beans, and eggs their Mommy boiled and decorated. They weren’t sure how those eggs got in the baskets.  Maybe Mommy left a note for the Bunny or something.  There would also be toothbrushes because with all the candy their teeth would rot if they didn’t brush them. The best part was the surprise that would be in the baskets.  Something special just for them.

The brother and sister got up early on Easter morning and impatiently waited for Mommy and Daddy to wake up and have their coffee. Once the coffee was done with it was time to search for the baskets.  It was great fun.  The Easter Bunny was pretty good at finding hiding places in their house. When they found the baskets they would be so happy with all the candy and eggs but especially with the surprises chosen by the Easter Bunny.

One year when they showed their parents the baskets and the wonderful surprises Mommy and Daddy tried to tell them that the bubble bath was for the little girl and the cap gun was for the little boy. But they wouldn’t exchange the baskets.  The Easter Bunny knew what he was doing and gave each of them the perfect surprise. After that year the surprises were of a more general nature, like socks.