I wish I could freeze the feeling of …
This is worth another share ….
“Measure your wealth not by the things you have, but by the things for which you would not take money.”
Dave Ramsey, Financial Peace Revisited.
It’s so easy to get caught up in making everything about money. “Look at me I can buy this,” or “We don’t have enough for that.” Or how about “I’m gonna buy this because I can,” or “I won’t be happy until I can afford that.” Chances are, you’re in one of those statements. I read those punctuating words listed above, in Dave’s book, and paused. How refreshing for a book about finances … to talk about measuring wealth by standards other than finances.
Just a little reminder as you start your week. Maybe you’re headed to a job you hate. Maybe you wish you could be doing something, anything, other than what you’re doing. Maybe you feel like you have so little and times are so tough, that sitting to cry is a welcome release. Maybe, just maybe, you have plenty of money … but not the peace or happiness to go with it. Well, here’s a reminder of the things for which you would not take money.
• Your health (you’re able-bodied enough to read this blog)
• Your sight (again, you’re able to read this blog)
• Family and friends
• A place to lay down your head at night
• A mind to think of new ways to do and be more
• The ability to draw the breath of life
I guess it really doesn’t all come down to money. Does it?
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As he walked so big and tall
No hand to hold, like when he was small
He’s proud and confident, strong and secure
With each step, his walk is sure
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Curious, inquisitive and full of wonder
I longed to hold him, like when he was younger
My little baby is a baby no more
They grow up so fast. For me, he holds the door.
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This should get easier, when you say goodbye
Sports events, camps, what’s that tear in my eye?
He no longer lingers, so ready to go
I’ve done well, I know it. I just miss him so…
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Happy Birthday to me! What a fun day to put out a blog. I appreciate all the wonderful well-wishes that I have received. I’m taking time today to enjoy and also celebrate me and all the things I’m thankful for! As I take a look back over this past year. . .
– I’ve definitely grown stronger and wiser
– I accept people for who and what they are, good and bad
– I love my family even more than before
– I love and appreciate me, even more than before
– I am pregnant with a passion for my purpose
– I want my timeline to be God’s timeline for my life
– I am wealthy with family and friends, and rich relationships
– I can’t see what more is in store!
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Back to celebrating . . . 😉
Fantastic blog written by Christy Wright. And well worth sharing.
“You’re spoiling that child! She’s going to grow up thinking the world revolves around her!”
From the time I was a small child, friends and family warned my mom that her parenting would ruin me. They said I would grow up selfish—that I would expect everything handed to me on a silver platter.
It’s true that I didn’t suffer many consequences when I misbehaved. They were right that my mom rarely told me “no” when I wanted a new toy or outfit.
That’s because my mom, like many single mothers, often operated out of a sense of guilt that my dad wasn’t in the picture. This led to more freedom and fewer consequences.
But all of those well-meaning family and friends didn’t consider this:
I watched my mother struggle.
– See more at: http://christywright.com/2015/03/dont-be-sorry-for-the-struggle/#sthash.DNl9aKW4.dpuf
My husband posted something profound on Facebook today. It definitely bears repeating. Well said, honey.
I was getting ready to get my little man(4) ready for the day. He did not want to because he had on his superhero underwear and he knew it meant putting a clean one on. I started thinking you are not a super hero because of what you wear…which lead me to thinking about us n our relationship with god. we are not defined by what we do, have or wear. We are ‘super’ because we serve and belong to a ‘super-natural’ God. As such, it’s time we go out and be ‘super’. Rescue some one today, encourage someone today, amaze someone today, avert a crisis today, after all you are a ‘super-hero’ serving a ‘super-natural’ God! #Da-Real-Super-Heroes
It finally happened. I embarrassed my son. He was incredible on the basketball court – as incredible as an 8-year old can be. He’d actually made two shots to help his team win the game! I was so proud. I shouted – a lot – during the game. During one of my “let’s go” moments, I let a nickname slip. It’s not a “cutey” name or doesn’t contain the words “sweetie, honey or precious”, so I thought I was in good shape. After his face morphed into a deer caught in headlights, he frantically waved his hands “nooooo!” from the court. I thought I was just too loud, lol. Turns out, after the game, he explained that I could only call him “Andrew” on the court. My face fell. I was crushed. Really? Yes, really.
And the list has grown. I also am not supposed to randomly kiss him in public, and I can’t be too silly, lest any of his friends are around. Plus, I can’t mention certain TV shows he watches or fun things he does at home, in case it’s too silly. I mean, really, how am I supposed to remember all this?!
I can’t believe the regulations from my 8 year old. Sniff sniff. Not on the court, indeed ….
It’s time. We’ve got to make some radical changes in the way we eat in our household. It’s not bad right now, actually. We eat out maybe twice per month, always wanting to make sure the boys have a homecooked meal with vegetables. We have a lot of fruit in the house, and often eat it as snacks. But … we also eat a lot of dairy (I love cheese), a lot of bread, and a lot of other snacks besides fruit … (borderline choco-holic, thank you very much). But some things have got to change….
I’m seeing more and more allergies crop up. And the doctor couldn’t diagnose the source of my son’s stomach pain… so he was given a prescription instead. I may not know the exact source, but I sure know a good place to start.
Pray for me. I love meat. And I really like sweets. Not going cold turkey. But something’s gotta give . . .
My son sang “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,” from October through Christmas. As anxious as he was to lose his teeth, he was equally anxious that new ones weren’t coming back in. It was taking too long, he lamented. Had he pulled them out too hard for anything to come back, he wondered. Was something wrong with the adult teeth, he asked. And on and on he persisted. He’d finally gotten what he wanted, and instead of being happy and satisfied, he immediately starting worrying about what should happen next.
My son’s only 8 years old, but already he’s exhibiting this unattractive adult trait. Aren’t we often like that? We pray for and work towards something, and then it finally happens. Instead of being happy, or grateful, or just resting in our victory, we start worrying. What’s next? What else do I have to do? How will the following steps take place? And so on and so forth.
Well, just as I saw this behavior in my son, I learned an important lesson from him. We discussed the situation, and he decided to just be thankful for what he was expecting – a new tooth to come in. He decided not to worry and wonder, and instead enjoy the present moment. And guess what … that new tooth started peeking through.
He’s now glad he took those moments to relish his two front teeth missing. And he’s excited to show off his burgeoning smile.
Say cheese ….
My husband and I carefully prepared goals to help our sons achieve in 2015. We prayed about interests, researched classes, signed up for sports, and started saving for activities. We put a lot of time and effort into planning for their year. Charts have been created, schedules synched, and organizational structure implemented. The kids are ready. There’s only one small problem. We’re not. While planning for the little guys, we forgot to plan for the two of us.
Married parents, I think we often forget this. We’re so busy giving our kids every opportunity, affording them every advantage, sacrificing for their desires, that we forget to nurture our marriage. We had to remind ourselves that our marriage is vital, and just like our precious boys, needs attention, care and nurturing. So we’re putting a few things in place to ensure that we make time for our marriage … and each other.
1) Uninterrupted talk time each week. Okay, I know once a week doesn’t sound like much. But with two careers, two side jobs, opposite schedules, and two small boys, once a week sounds like a dream right now.
2) Monthly date night. Now I’ve read many fantastic articles and listened to dynamic speakers talk about dating your spouse once a week. I think it’s a fantastic idea. But we’ve tried. And failed. So I’d prefer to take baby steps and make an effort, than be discouraged because a goal of once a week doesn’t work, and give up. We’ll make those monthly times count.
3) Be sensitive to the other’s feelings. I must admit, I think we do a pretty good job of this now. We recognize when the other is burned out, overwhelmed and just needs a break. And we’re pretty unselfish in granting each other that time and space to relax and refuel. Even with our hectic schedules, I expect this to continue.
Take time to keep your marriage strong and happy. If things are going right with the two of you …. It makes the rest a lot easier to follow.