I have watched my wife struggle through different hardships. I have watched her triumph and I have watched her fail. I have seen the love she has in her heart for everyone, and I cannot help but stand in awe of her. She tirelessly helps her aunt, mother and father setting up doctor appointments, getting meds refilled, and making sure they get what they need when they need it. During all that she homeschools the boys, and takes care of the day to day stuff that is required to run a household, and all the while she maintains a positive attitude. She always has a smile for a friend or a hanky if one is needed, and she rarely meets a stranger. She gives so much of herself, and all I do is bring home the paycheck. This post is to say thank you to my wife for all that she does, and to say Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mothers out there who do these things with no expectations of repayment or thanks. Your work does not go unnoticed, and it has its own rewards I am sure. I just wanted to point the spotlight on you all for a bit.
I’ve always been a little forgetful. It’s usually because my mind is going in twenty different directions at once. No lie, I’ve got five different projects in the works right now. And that’s not counting my paying job. Anyway I proved to myself once again just how forgetful I can be this weekend. I was mad. I usually try to hook up on the net with my son who is out of state. We try to play a game together and just be part of one another’s lives over the great distances between us, but this particular weekend my router was determined not to cooperate. Apparently some of the settings had gotten scrambled (not exactly accurate, but close enough to give you the idea) and it was preventing us from playing. It was the first time me and my son would have been able to play in several weeks, so I was really disappointed. And I said so in no uncertain terms and with a few words I shouldn’t have towards my router. What I had forgotten was the fact that I was lucky to have that router. Late last year a thunderstorm came through and fried my old router, and I didn’t have the money to replace it. My mom just happened to have an old one she wasn’t using. That little fact had slipped my mind as I searched, poked and prodded, changing settings and fuming because it wasn’t working like I wanted it to, when I wanted it to. Forgetting to be thankful for even having it. I finally got it working right (after many a headache), but I still feel bad about having forgotten to be thankful.
Consistency. The word itself conjures up images of an old grandma making biscuits. Adding the flour and the milk and mixing it up with a spoon, or her hands until the dough is just the right consistency. Just the right texture, the right feel. She achieves this by adding the same ingredients, in the same amounts, in the same way each time she makes them. I had a discussion with my parents Sunday about how we missed the way some of our late relatives used to cook, and how it didn’t matter how closely you followed their recipe you couldn’t get it to taste quite like they did. I think that’s because consistency is a relative term (no pun intended, but hey, it was a good one anyway). Consistency depends on the person doing the job, adding the flour and the milk. Just like in life. If you want a good life, a prosperous (another relative term-it doesn’t always mean money) life then you have to consistently do things that will take you in that direction. Keep doing the things that move you toward your goals and eventually you will look around to find you have arrived. I’m not as good with consistency as I would like to be, but I’m getting better. Some days I do better than others, but hopefully, by trying to become more consistent, I’ll reach my goal in time to have some of those biscuits that Grandma used to make.
I stumbled around in my Bible Study this week. My own journey through life is often fraught with me having to constantly go back over my lessons. This week has been no exception. Every voice I have heard, and every scripture I have read has told me the same message. But the message was for me and I didn’t feel compelled to pass those particular teachings on to you through my blog. Instead, I thought about how much of an honor it is to be a teacher. It is also a tremendous responsibility. What you teach, your students carry with them (for good or ill) for the rest of their lives. Sometimes, if the lesson is useful they will pass it on. So this week I wanted to dedicate my blog to my very first teacher. To the woman who taught me so much, and continued to teach me for all of my young life (and if I pay attention she still teaches me a thing or two now). This week’s blog is dedicated to my Mother, and to all the mothers out there (including the expectant mothers). Be diligent in all that you teach your children. Teach them about life. Teach them all about the things you wish someone had taught you. And above all teach them about God. Because as much as we rant and rave about the government taking God out of school and banning prayer in public places to keep from offending others, truthfully it is our responsibility as parents to teach these things to our kids. Nothing can substitute teaching these things to your children because you teach them with love, and only God can love your children more.