Lots and lots and lots of them last week...
Some good and some not so good. Some spoken to me, some by me and some secondhand. some that were mean and rude - some that were untrue, some that mocked God and some that were so wonderful, I wanted to cry.
We all have people in our life that are can be difficult ( thank you, you know who you are) and we usually let them get away with their words, maybe because it is easier than confronting them. I confronted someone this week and made them apologize for rude behavior. They did...Several times. Maybe it is not so hard after all and just maybe, by holding them accountable, they learn something too.
I heard words about God spoken in earnest that were dead wrong. God and slot machine should never be in the same sentence. More people have left the church because those who claim Him, instead of showing people where the water is - take it upon themselves to be the water. Years ago when my sister had 2 brain surgeries in less than a week, good church people and after they prayed with us told us it was our fault she had to have the surgeries because if we had been really praying, she would have been cured. Those who distort the Gospel whether thru negligence or on purpose make an old tape play over and over in my brain and not in a good way.
I would like to say that I had an equal amount of wonderful words this week but life doesn't work that way. The good words I had were great and maybe it is about quality not quantity. I had a great email discussions with a digi designer yesterday. she had given me a lovely gift certificate for her store but we couldn't get it to work. Finally figure it out after 6 emails and 24 hours. What a great time we had.
The highlight of my week had to do with my next door Neighbor. He had seen my gk in the yard but Thursday night, we were all out in the yard. While poppa shovled extra rock that Neighbor had gracious shared with us in our island, Neighbor decided to introduce himself to each one of them. First the boys, Gage LOVED him. They share birthdays just a few days apart. He asked permission to shake both boys hands as he asked their names. Firm handshakes, the boys loved it. Then he took off his hat, and shook Morgan's hand as he said her name so very gentle. I wanted to cry. I haven't seen a man take off his hat for a woman, no less a three year old, in a long, long time. Something I never would have expected from Neighbor. Shows you what I know.
It is Neighbor's birthday next Saturday and we have been invited. He always warns us of his loud and out of control parties. He acknowledges them and makes no bones about them. He said he will escort us into the backyard and hsi guests will give us the respect we are due ( not sure what that means exactly) No gifts but a Budweiser would be greatly appreciated.
We all throw around words most moments of everyday. Sometimes we are careful about them, sometimes not. Sometimes we say what we want to say and damn everyone else. Sometimes we are gentle. I could have taken a few less words this week but I wouldn't have traded the good for all the bad and even more bad. It just makes me aware of thw only words I can do anything about. My own...