Lessons from
a Two Year Old
Matthew
18:10 See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven
always see the face of my father in heaven.
Lay down,
you need to get some rest. Keller was
not agreeing with my talk about nap time.
Chattering away about the planned excursion on the Polar Express
Grapevine Christmas train, he tossed and turned, flipped and scrunched. Come on now, let’s be quiet and sleep a
little while. “No, Ma. I’m not tired and I have options!” My giggles would not suppress. Oh, what are your options? “Well, I can get down this way or I can get
down that way!” The ends of the daybed
were open where the middle was blocked by his safety rail. The option exercised was the one closest to
the door where we escaped to play until time for the train ride.
Whether you
are a toddler or a senior citizen, you DO have options!
Lately I
have been plagued with hyper sensitivity.
Why does the world have to be so cruel?
Why do people I know have to be so mean, so rude? D wisely advises to not let things bother me,
but I do. My brain is wired to rethink,
rehash, relive – wondering, questioning, analyzing incidents. To. Death.
So what are
my options?
If I were
Taylor Swift, I would vent by writing a song.
Mean:
You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man
You can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know, what you don't know...
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man
You can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know, what you don't know...
You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again
I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know, what you don't know...
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again
I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know, what you don't know...
If I were Edvard Munch, I would create an
expressive painting of The Scream.
Since I am me, I have to turn to the inspired
words of books and speakers to guide me. The theme that has been coming to me
from words of wisdom is JOY! From my current
read, the Lessons of Saint Francis, I find that a common occurrence in our
modern era with people who lived in the 1200s is darkness and bad news. Francis warned his students that dejection
could “generate an abiding rust in the heart”.
Remember the tin man; I don’t want my heart to be ruined by rust! Francis went on to caution the friars that
Satan sought to exaggerate even the slightest wrongs into full- fledged
crises. “The devil exults when he can
extinguish or even impede the devotion and joy brought about by pure prayer or
other good works in the heart of God’s servant…it would be very easy for the
devil to take the slightest thing and turn it into an ever heavier burden.”
(when I first was writing this post and came to this quote about the devil, my
computer mysteriously shut down and I lost everything I had written- damn the
devil!- it completely creeped me out but I took a break and came back – there!)
Just manually saved. Precaution.
Francis was not denying the reality of bad
news, he was instead encouraging his people to avoid dwelling on sadness and
cynicism that could block out the light of God and the light of love.
http://www.firstmethodistgrapevine.org/10664/blogentry/entry_id/430037/The-Birth-of-Joy
During my break from the devil, I listened to
an advent sermon podcast by Cindy Ryan, speaking about the pink advent candle
of Joy. I had heard it back in December but it seemed like good timing to hear
it again. She talked about Joy as being
out of place in our world of craziness and pain. Joy is a supernatural gift from God. It can be found in sunny days in January,
cloud formations, sunsets, butterflies, hugs, smiles, toasts, wildlife spottings,
FB posts, innocent words of little children, books, songs, art – it’s all
around. Just look.
In the recent sports world wrapped up in
football mania, one commentator spoke about his time under the coaching
leadership of Bill Parcells. Preparing
his team for playoffs, film would be viewed of various players while mistakes
were pointed out. The coach would say, “Don’t
be that guy!” I have been too aware of
those who criticize, exclude, shun, ignore, hate, lie – it’s not pretty. So the option I choose is – don’t be that
guy.
A quote from Mr. Rogers comes to mind, “When
I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to
me, “Look for the helpers. You will
always find people who are helping.””
For me (and maybe for you), choices are in
how to respond to people/events that bring you down. I can carry hurt, I can avoid situations, I
can grow thicker skin, I can retaliate – or I can look for the good in the
midst of all the messiness. When I look
for the good, I see it is so many times stronger than the bad. There is the joy!
Philippians 4:8 Finally brothers and sisters, whatever is
true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is
lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy –
think about such things.
Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you
with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope
by the power of the Holy Spirit.