I was in the kitchen cooking supper yesturday while the boys were playing in the living room. Every few minutes one of them would come in the kitchen whinning..."He hit me." "He hurt my head." ...you get the picture. I would tell them that I didn't want to hear whinning & to go play nice. A little while later I heard Leo yell out then Jared said, "Leo, let me pray your foot. Jesus, pray Leo's foot, Jesus name, amen." He had obviously stepped on Leo's foot, and to avoid getting in trouble decided to make it all better. All of the sudden Leo's foot no longer hurt, and they were playing like nothing happened.
Once supper was ready, we sat down to eat. Usually we try to let each of the boys take turns saying the blessing. Sometimes we say it all together. This particular meal Jared wanted to say the blessing, no matter what anyone said. Everytime we all started to say the blessing he would put that little finger up to his lips & say SSSHHHHHH!!!!! Finally, we made it thru..with him being the leader of coarse!
I had made a strawberry pie the day before and told the boys that for dessert they could have another piece, but they had to finish their nuggets & fries (I know...nutritional, right?!) Well, Leo went to town on his plate; Jared tends to get a little side tracked. When Leo finished I gave him his pie, and reminded Jared that he had to finish his fries.
After one of many of the reminders to Jared, he (out of the blue) told me that his toe hurt..."Pray my toe, Mama." I said, "Jesus, make Jared's toe fell better, in Jesus name, amen." He chimmed in, "& Jesus, give me some pie, in Jesus name, amen, God bless you."
It was all I could do to keep a straight face...ok, I didn't keep a straight face! I just about rolled!!! By the way, he did get his pie!!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Silence Sucks
This was a repost, but I thought worth the read:
Oh trust me, I love peace and quiet. But that’s not the kind of silence I’m talking about here. I’m referring to the kind of silence that happens when people shut down and refuse to discuss problems, issues, upsets…you get the picture.
You see, I’m a communicator. When something goes wrong, I insist on talking about it—maybe not immediately, but certainly within a reasonable time-frame (which could be anywhere from a couple hours to a couple days, but rarely more than that). So in the unfortunate event that I piss someone off, or someone or something pisses me off, I discuss it. Talk it through. I apologize…or forgive…or I blog about it here…or all of the above. I never let it fester.
I’m lucky because I married someone who operates in the same open and communicative way. In fact, he’s usually the one who wants to talk things through right away and I’m usually the one who shuts down until I can figure out what went wrong and how it can be fixed. (So I do understand going silent ... temporarily.) But we always wind up discussing any upsets and are so much stronger by the time things get resolved. In that sense, conflict and adversity wind up bringing us even closer—we learn more than we ever thought possible.
The thing that sucks is that there are people out there who don’t want to talk about things—ever. When something bad happens, they shut down forever. They harbor all this anger or resentment or sadness and can’t—or simply won’t—discuss it. If you happen to cross this person’s path at the wrong time and speak or act out of turn, look out…because chances are you’ll get kicked to the curb with no explanation. No communication. No opportunity to fully understand what you may have done or how to repair the damage. All these people know is that you have harmed them—but chances are it’s not even your fault. They were already walking around with a victim mentality.
And that’s precisely why silence sucks—for the person who remains silent, and for the person who wants to talk about it—because nothing gets resolved, nobody learns or grows, and everybody loses.
Oh trust me, I love peace and quiet. But that’s not the kind of silence I’m talking about here. I’m referring to the kind of silence that happens when people shut down and refuse to discuss problems, issues, upsets…you get the picture.
You see, I’m a communicator. When something goes wrong, I insist on talking about it—maybe not immediately, but certainly within a reasonable time-frame (which could be anywhere from a couple hours to a couple days, but rarely more than that). So in the unfortunate event that I piss someone off, or someone or something pisses me off, I discuss it. Talk it through. I apologize…or forgive…or I blog about it here…or all of the above. I never let it fester.
I’m lucky because I married someone who operates in the same open and communicative way. In fact, he’s usually the one who wants to talk things through right away and I’m usually the one who shuts down until I can figure out what went wrong and how it can be fixed. (So I do understand going silent ... temporarily.) But we always wind up discussing any upsets and are so much stronger by the time things get resolved. In that sense, conflict and adversity wind up bringing us even closer—we learn more than we ever thought possible.
The thing that sucks is that there are people out there who don’t want to talk about things—ever. When something bad happens, they shut down forever. They harbor all this anger or resentment or sadness and can’t—or simply won’t—discuss it. If you happen to cross this person’s path at the wrong time and speak or act out of turn, look out…because chances are you’ll get kicked to the curb with no explanation. No communication. No opportunity to fully understand what you may have done or how to repair the damage. All these people know is that you have harmed them—but chances are it’s not even your fault. They were already walking around with a victim mentality.
And that’s precisely why silence sucks—for the person who remains silent, and for the person who wants to talk about it—because nothing gets resolved, nobody learns or grows, and everybody loses.
Monday, April 5, 2010
A day in the life of Jared Kelly Burge....
So, I was in the kitchen cooking a carrot cake saturday for Easter when Jared came in there saying..."Come here, come here mama!" I went into the living room, and he wanted me to dance with him to the music that was playing. We danced round and round...when the music went off, he dropped my hands and said, "Go cook!" This boy...I just don't know!!! Can it come that natural to them?
Sunday night after our visit to Granny and Papa Burge's, we were getting ready for our bath. Leo and Jared were both tee-teeing in the potty. Needless to say, three year olds cannot aim well. Jared was not paying attention, and the stream ended up half way across the room in front of the sink via hitting Leo's knee. After we finally got baths, I began to clean the tub, then sink, then toilet. Jared walked to the door and asked, "Mama, what you doin?" I told him that I was cleaning the bathroom so it wouldn't smell like tee-tee! He looked at me, smiling, and said, "You go ahead, Mama!" Where does that little personality come from? I say that he acts just like his daddy!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Juanita Moore
We buried my aunt friday. This death in our family was sudden and very unexpected. During the funeral the gentleman speaking quoted scriptures describing what a virtuous woman was. I remember growing up always thinking that Aunt Juanita was such a lady, that she couldn't be from here. She was so proper; a woman to admire....she was that virtuous woman.
The pastor of that church read a saying that was so fitting....if you want to touch the past, touch a stone; if you want to touch the present, touch a flower; if you want to touch the future, touch a child. My aunt and uncle both gave many years into the school system. I am sure that they have touched many children's lives. She will be missed greatly.
The pastor of that church read a saying that was so fitting....if you want to touch the past, touch a stone; if you want to touch the present, touch a flower; if you want to touch the future, touch a child. My aunt and uncle both gave many years into the school system. I am sure that they have touched many children's lives. She will be missed greatly.
Effort of Love
"Let your past experiences be stepping stones for her journey to victory."
A precious man of God told me that when in conversation about the young people of today. When I see them walking that same road that I went down years ago, it takes me back to that time. It was a very confusing time in my life, and I just now have come to some conclusions about that journey.
I, like most people looked for some words of affirmation, someone to show me affection, to know they cared. I did not grow up in a home with parents that poured on affection. Don't misunderstand me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my mom and dad loved me. They did everything in their power to give me what I needed as far as things are concerned. There was something much more important missing in my life. The words "I love you" were just that...words.
I spent many years of my life looking for those words to have meaning. I looked for it in failed relationships, sex, alcohol, and drugs. All the while, those words were said, but they meant nothing in the end. I stand in awe now because I could have been taken out of this world several times over, lost as a goose.
In 1997, I had decided that I didn't need anyone. I could take care of me all by myself. I had picked out the man to have a baby with....just being transparent here. That in itself is really funny now if you know my infertility issues. I didn't know it at the time, but God had a way different plan for me no matter what i had decided.
I met Shane in August that year; six weeks later we were engaged and were married in May. He was a man who showered on the affection, and would tell you 200 times a day that he loved you; but remember, he was telling that to someone who knew that "I love you" was just words. I would roll my eyes, push him away, even tell him "yeah, right". He was very persistent...I guess he saw something that I didn't. Well, I know he did.
No matter how I pushed away and distanced myself from him, he never stopped. I guess you could say, he wore me down. Thirteen years later(I am a slow learner), I realized that in all that, that God was teaching me unconditional love. Our marriage has not been rainbows and roses, and recently was about to be no more. It was a two way street as far as where things went wrong, but I was the one throwing my hands up, walking away. He never stopped. No matter what I said or did, he was still here.
You see, God never leaves us or forsakes us. Some of us have to see that for ourselves, and sometimes it may be a slow-learning lesson, but those are the lessons that stick. I found myself staring in the mirror last week when the light bulb came on, so clear.
Even today, I have to make a conscious effort to say I love you to the ones that I love. It does not come freely for me because or my past dealings with those words. Showing affection on the other hand is not something that I can stop! I'm not even close to the same person I was then, and I am very tender-hearted now.
We want so much for our young people to not have to go through what we did. We give them the things that we didn't have. We cannot forget the most important thing that we need to give them, and that is unconditional love. No matter how much they push against or fight it. As that man of God said that sentence to me about "her" victory....maybe it wasn't just about that present teenager, maybe it was about the past one too. The effort of love is never waisted.
A precious man of God told me that when in conversation about the young people of today. When I see them walking that same road that I went down years ago, it takes me back to that time. It was a very confusing time in my life, and I just now have come to some conclusions about that journey.
I, like most people looked for some words of affirmation, someone to show me affection, to know they cared. I did not grow up in a home with parents that poured on affection. Don't misunderstand me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my mom and dad loved me. They did everything in their power to give me what I needed as far as things are concerned. There was something much more important missing in my life. The words "I love you" were just that...words.
I spent many years of my life looking for those words to have meaning. I looked for it in failed relationships, sex, alcohol, and drugs. All the while, those words were said, but they meant nothing in the end. I stand in awe now because I could have been taken out of this world several times over, lost as a goose.
In 1997, I had decided that I didn't need anyone. I could take care of me all by myself. I had picked out the man to have a baby with....just being transparent here. That in itself is really funny now if you know my infertility issues. I didn't know it at the time, but God had a way different plan for me no matter what i had decided.
I met Shane in August that year; six weeks later we were engaged and were married in May. He was a man who showered on the affection, and would tell you 200 times a day that he loved you; but remember, he was telling that to someone who knew that "I love you" was just words. I would roll my eyes, push him away, even tell him "yeah, right". He was very persistent...I guess he saw something that I didn't. Well, I know he did.
No matter how I pushed away and distanced myself from him, he never stopped. I guess you could say, he wore me down. Thirteen years later(I am a slow learner), I realized that in all that, that God was teaching me unconditional love. Our marriage has not been rainbows and roses, and recently was about to be no more. It was a two way street as far as where things went wrong, but I was the one throwing my hands up, walking away. He never stopped. No matter what I said or did, he was still here.
You see, God never leaves us or forsakes us. Some of us have to see that for ourselves, and sometimes it may be a slow-learning lesson, but those are the lessons that stick. I found myself staring in the mirror last week when the light bulb came on, so clear.
Even today, I have to make a conscious effort to say I love you to the ones that I love. It does not come freely for me because or my past dealings with those words. Showing affection on the other hand is not something that I can stop! I'm not even close to the same person I was then, and I am very tender-hearted now.
We want so much for our young people to not have to go through what we did. We give them the things that we didn't have. We cannot forget the most important thing that we need to give them, and that is unconditional love. No matter how much they push against or fight it. As that man of God said that sentence to me about "her" victory....maybe it wasn't just about that present teenager, maybe it was about the past one too. The effort of love is never waisted.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Wounded Hands
I'm learning a new song and thought I would share the lyrics. So thankful for the hand of God in my life.
With hopes and dreams completely crumbled
My life was built on sinking sand
Bowed beneath the weight of sorrow
Til I was touched by wounded hands
Wounded hands of the Savior
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars
Darkness held the cross of suffering
Where grace would answer sin's demand
My account's completely settled
The price was paid by wounded hands
Wounded hands of the Savior
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars
With hopes and dreams completely crumbled
My life was built on sinking sand
Bowed beneath the weight of sorrow
Til I was touched by wounded hands
Wounded hands of the Savior
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars
Darkness held the cross of suffering
Where grace would answer sin's demand
My account's completely settled
The price was paid by wounded hands
Wounded hands of the Savior
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Love of God
I am so thankful for my life. I know that whatever happens God will be a constant. He has blessed me more than I could ever deserve or ask for. Looking back on all of the roads that I have taken it is a wonder that I lived through them...He had his nail-scarred hand on me then, and I didn't know it. When I come against the tricks of the devil, I have found myself telling God that it is too hard. He quickens me and tells me...do you think it was hard for me to walk up that hill carrying that cross, do you think it was hard for me to be spat on and beat....do you think it was hard for me to die? It's enough to make me feel ashamed of myself because nothing in this life could ever compare to what Jesus did for me; He saw me all those years ago, knowing that I would fail Him over and over and over, and yet, He did it anyway. His love knows no bounds, and it never ever fails...even when we do.
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