For almost all of their lives, the people I love (kids, spouse, family) got the credit for me getting up each morning. I have since learned, God is my greatest motivator. He is the reason I get up each morning. Every single day is one more chance to thank God for all that I’ve been blessed with. Every single day is more chance for me to sing God’s praises. Every single day is one more day with the people I love.
Every single day my husband and I get one more chance to teach these young boys/men to grow into God-loving, faithful men who walk with great passion for Christ, integrity, and love for all people. I pray that we are teaching them to make sound decisions, to be steadfast and to solve their problems with goodness for another in mind rather than themselves.
Only through God can we accomplish the task of raising sons obedient to the Lord.
These words, which I am commanding you today,shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your sons and shall talk of them when you sit in your house and when you walk by the way and when you lie down and when you rise up. ~ Deuteronomy 6:6-7
Every day, hour, even every minute, there is something in our lives that we should be thankful for. Love is the best thing we can do for anyone.
She sits out in the weed-filled pasture, tucked up under some old cottonwoods. She’s old to today’s standards. Ancient.
Rusted, peeling paint.
Flattened tires and dented cab.
She’s seen better days, but ain’t she something?
It’s easy to look at that old truck a see a rusted hunk o’ junk, but back in her day, I’m sure she shined.
Fresh off the show room floor, all shined up, gleaming red paint, newly made leather seat – a bench of course. This old automobile was sure to have all the onlookers oohing and aahing…definitely something to be proud of.
How many of us look at someone old, someone that was alive during the Dirty 30’s (Depression Era & World War II) or the early 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s and wonder what life was like? How many look at their grandparents to wonder what kind of people they were as youngsters? How many of us have imagined a life during simpler times.
No house phones for many people, let alone cell phones.
No media technology at all.
No modern amenities that we are so accustomed to in this era.
It’s hard to imagine not picking up the phone to call our friend to meet for coffee. It’s hard for some people to imagine life at all beyond our own tunnel vision of the universe we inhabit now.
Yes, people still ooh and aah over vehicles, but the days of the simple life are long gone. Today, it’s hurry, hurry, hurry to here and there and back again.
What are we in such a hurry for?
Shouldn’t we just slow down a bit and enjoy what’s in our life now rather than wait until it’s to late?
Shouldn’t we look at our loved ones with love in our souls, patience in our hearts, and smiles on our faces willing them to stay smaller just for one more day?
Shouldn’t we be teaching the next generation about the value of an honest’s days work rather than how to scam the next sucker out of their inheritance?
I ask from all of you now.
The next time you speak with your grandma/grandpa, listen to them reminisce of the ‘old days.’
Encourage conversation for two reasons:
- If you don’t, how do you keep the history alive?
- One day it will be you telling your stories.
Enjoy the old along with the new because that is what makes life so interesting.
For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope. – Romans 15:4