If you have read my blog from the beginning, you will know that I sometimes get off on a rant, a tangent, a soap box. While this blog is here mostly for me to show my creative side and the projects I'm dabbling in I also sometimes like to share a thought or two, or ten.
Sometimes it scares me, like I literally feel a little funny inside to look at my life, my family, and my situation in it all. Sometimes I see the responsibility and feel like I'm holding my own and really doing some good with the lives and the things God has given me charge over. And then there are the other times. If mothers were totally honest, I think that we would admit that more often than not we are hanging on by the skin of our teeth! (where in the world did that saying come from?...Sounds like a Colgate moment!) Just when we think that things are going okayish we realize that we have fallen short in yet another aspect of our lives. If I strive to make one happy, it seems in the process that someone else is disappointed or left behind. So what is the trick? How is it done? Do we ever get to a point that we have it figured out? I think not. I don't think that is what life is supposed to be about. It's about seeing and taking the opportunities to learn from our success and our not-so-successful efforts. It's about taking the bricks that are thrown at us and using them for stepping stones to reach higher ground rather than stuffing them in our backpacks and trudging down the same old dusty trail. Those darn bricks are what it's all about! Are they going to be a hindrance or a tool? Are we going to learn or just carry them along with us? It's all about the bricks.
I look at my family and hope that in all of my bumblings I'm doing more good than I am damage. I hope I'm picking up more bricks and stacking them neatly than I am throwing them at those I love. I've always had a little motto or creed that I try to live by and that is to always leave things better than they were when I found them. When I say "things" I mean every place I spend time in, and every soul that I meet. Did I leave them better than they were when I found them? Are the places and the people I come in contact with better because I was there? If I can say yes, I have lived true to who I feel I want to be. I can just imagine the ripple effects if we all truly lived that way. I fall short, but I try. It's all we can do. We try, we sometimes fail, we pick up and do better next time. I just hope I never run out of another "next time."
I'm not sure if I'm done with my rant for today, but I'm pretty sure that I've said enough. I don't know if any of my 7 "followers" will read or understand what I'm writing. But that's the beauty of a Blog, it doesn't matter! I wrote it, it's out there, and somehow maybe it will set something right in my universe if not in yours.
Happy Sunday...If I get more time tonight, you've got to see what I picked up at DI (thrift store) the other day!!!