Wittless Wednesday

Today has been one of those days. No one's schedule jived and I am really want to to put an innocent Thing 1 up for sale on ebay. I am glad there are family members like Kass who remind me of his finer points. There are somedays I am willing to just chalk it up as a rotten day and others I refuse to let it get to me.

So today's post is going to be raw. A bit stringy, with a hint of bittersweet. I am bloggin like no one's reading folks. "Hold onto your BUMS" The word Bu-- is a bad word in my house, we use BUM.

OK ..... I was in "the mood" where I start yelling at myself to calm down and breathe. In the mist of these moments I find it really hard to listen to the quiet calm me that says "You are OK. " My heart was filled with the prayer of that included "let me see the things I am supposed to today".

And then out of nowhere my little Thing 1 comes to me and signs his word for BLANKET. My natural reaction to this is to go find it. I turn to find he has handed it over to his LA LA(His nick name for Thing 2) who was sitting in a saucer fussin.

BACKGROUND NOTE:
Thing 1, who is 2 and 3 months old, hates when his LA LA gets upset. He has been known to bring her binkis, toys, and rank nasty bottles only he can find in times of need.
This morning he recieved a new BRUMMM ( Thing 1 language = truck) he is a content little boy unless you ask him to part with said bruuuummmm. This will be the case for at least 3-4 days.
Now his BLANKET is one of those items that is vital. He rarely goes anywhere without the Blanket. Linus's blanket has nothin on Thing 1's blanket.

I swoop down to eye level with Thing 1 who is still signing blanket and now nodding his head ready for the "GOOD Job" hug and kiss. I go to help Thing 2 and here comes Thing 1 with his prized possesion. The BRUMMMM. He hands it slowly and lovingly to his little sister.

It is so hard not to be thankful for each momment you get to spend sweating, mulling, working, learning, worrying and frustrating over these precious gifts when they give you the glimpse of what you need,in the momment you need it. In this glimpse I got to see the "lesson of the month" play out in my universe.

What lesson.... it was in a church meeting when the subject of forgiving others came up. It was a lesson I had heard many times before and will hear many more times in the future. I happened to be signed up for a undergrad/graduate class this semester called "Forgiveness and anger reduction" So I paid paticular attention to the lesson in church about the subject.

In my studies over the first two weeks of the course we are asked the question WHY FORGIVE? We are then asked to delve deep and find our motive for forgiveness. Mine is kinda the same as one of the leading 8 answers in our text. But with a twist. "It is what God would want us to do, and if we love God we will do it out of love for him" The twist added was that if God created man/woman then all of us have an unspeakable bond. A brotherhood if you will. We are His children.

Real joy is watching your children help and love each another. As their mother the smallest tokens of love are noted. I believe that when we forgive others we mend ourselves as well as others. The former is an instant gratification benifit however may take longer for the other party to feel the blessing. This makes our Maker happy. He has intricate purpose for each one of us. We make His work worth it when we forgive one another. Not for the mear fufillment of a commandment to "love thy neighbor" but to reach out with healing words of forgivness to brothers and sisters who have offended --knowingly and unknowingly-- and work to uplift the Children of God.

I get a human type of joy seeing my children be kind to one another. However this type of joy lasts. My Father in Heaven has given me a wonderful glimpse today.

"Each day that we awake is a new start, another chance. Why waste it on self-pitty, sloth and selfishness? Roll that day around on your tounge, relish the taste of it's freedom. Breathe deeply of the morning air, savor the fragrance of opportunity. Run your hands along the spine of those precious 24 hours and feel the strength in the sinew and bone. Life is raw material. We are artisians. We can sculpt our exsistance into something beautiful, or debase it into ugliness. It is in our hands."--- Cathy Better of Reistertown, Maryland.