Wildfire

A very long time ago, I babysat a girl. It was my one and only time babysitting her. I used to wonder what I had done wrong that they never asked me again. Many families with 4 kids or 2 kids were quite pleased with my babysitting, paid me extra, wanted me back. I was in demand and every weekend in those days was booked. But this one family with this one girl never had me watch her again. Why? And she popped back into my mind. I called her by her name, Rose. She was quite wild and I did not want her hurt or the house damaged so I made her sit with me and draw. She was quite good at it. I had her help me wash dishes while I told a story or sang to her (as she was 9). And she was a doll the whole time I was there. As soon as her parents stepped through the door, she was wild again, like a completely different person, almost possessed. The dad laughed at her crazy and said, “That’s why we call her Wildfire.” I left, boggled and all these years did not understand it all until now. I remember their surprise at her beautiful picture, their almost disdain at her helping with dishes, her calm demeanor they glanced before she realized they had arrived home. They wanted a wild child, a spoiled princess they could laugh at, be entertained by. She was their entertainment. I infringed upon that and showed her a different way without realizing it. I did right by that beautiful little girl and they wanted wrong and it all started with the name. Wildfire. Not sweet Rose. And I love and respect children and demand they love and respect others and themselves and it starts with names. Children tend to live up to what they are called and treated and what their name means. Please understand that and make a point to be purposeful in your talk to people. Only encourage and lift up. “Tell God your problems and bad stuff, tell other people everything else” is very, very good advice I heard from advice wise woman of God.❤

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Who I Am

I am out there, one of the most prominent characters in the room, emphasis on character. I am strong, large and in charge but enormously fun and funny (well, I think so) at the same time. I steal the show by walking into the room and never ever mean to. There is nothing introverted about me. More like, I am an extrovert’s extrovert, competitive and enthusiastically energetic, not the cheerleader type but the motivational speaker/ best boss you could ever have type, producing in a fun way. I say all this to tell you my natural bent. This is how I am without trying or lifting a finger to be so, my automatic woman, so to speak. But. Despite all this and my natural inclination to speak or do and win an answer or action, who I am is not really important. Not really. I do not want to be known for who I am and my title or status or accomplishments or natural ability to lead or musical ability or fantastic ability to love. Not anymore. Now, having matured in years and faith and closeness to God, I realize positively and unequivocally that I want people to know who God is. I do not matter except that God says I matter. I want people to see the qualities of God in me, the fruits of the Spirit, I want them to know who He is. I want this with all my heart. God is everything, the most important. I want simply to be known as His little girl, the weird one. ❤❤❤

The Truth About Gender

Life is very difficult. Life is very very difficult for children. The main reason is this: parents. We have a generation of parents with enough knowledge to have a firm opinion/bias but not enough to have an informed decision and certainly not enough to be sacrificial in their parenting to allow a child to blossom in love and care into their own individual. Children pushed into an identity will accept it often because they are children who need to be taught and who know little without proper training. Children (and I have a couple, taught many, and babysat even more in my life, so I am basing this on life) are born boys or girls. They, without any coaching, will act like boys or girls. They may be confused about how to open containers but never naturally confused about being a boy or girl. Unless their parents or teachers or important adults or peers in their lives confuse them and inflict a life of confusion on them. And I believe this is a spirit of confusion, an evil spirit that wants to destroy that person or as many as possible, a destructive spirit, not God. I believe this is a spiritual matter and not a physical or mental one. It seeks to take lives. These beautiful children are being attacked and those who truly love them will love them and encourage them in truth and love and more truth to see the amazing person God made them to be with amazing, unique gifts and talents. They are indeed born boys or girls and that is the gender they are, but gender is really just that. Men or women can live up to their full potential and and are made lovingly by God who loves them and wants to have a relationship with them and hold them through any storms of life and celebrate through every victory. This is the beautiful truth. How glorious the truth really is. God is truth. ❤❤❤

School with Shed and Fence

As a family project, we put up a shed and a fence and started a sidewalk (still working on that one). As many of my regular readers know, we homeschool our kids. And we took off a week of “regular” schooling to do these family projects of shed and fence. And we planned and measured and mixed and leveled and built and so on all together as a team/ a family. It was an amazing experience and I thought how wonderful it was for all of us to learn together and create and build. My kids learned so much more than a book can teach and they need to feel useful and nd learn these skills. So for your next family project, even if you keep it simple like changing a light bulb or fixing a leaky sink (we also had to do), involve your kids and show them how. You want them calling you to their home in the future at 3pm to bail them out? No way, you want them to be able to plan and think and do it themselves. This is how they learn. Plus it unites the family and brings a greater value to each member and the family team as a whole. 🙂

The Story of Beauty & The Ugly

Beauty was a sweet girl who loved who she was because she could run and play and pick wildflowers to give her mom or the neighbor lady. She would cook bread and take it to her grandma. She was so happy she could do these things and felt happy inside. No one told her she was beautiful but she was, with a unique beauty that left impressions on the heart. As Beauty got older, she went to school and met The Ugly. These were the “popular” people who told themselves they were beautiful all day long and told everyone else, including Beauty, that they were not beautiful because they were not The Ugly, a self-glorifying dictatorship of thugs who happened to have a lot of money. Beauty shook it off rhe best she could and excelled at school and helped other “not beautiful” people the best she could. Well, Beauty moved out of the house young after getting a job and she met her first boyfriend. She felt beautiful with him. He told her she was beautiful. Never mentioned her generous loving heart much, just emphasized her looks. Well, she believed him but became confused when he started calling her fat. Well, she tried to get skinnier and worked and went to school. Soon she found out he was telling another girl she was beautiful too. And immediately she saw the lie and was devastated. Beauty moved on eventually to a new boyfriend who also emphasized her looks at first and later started calling her Dat and hit her… once… and was lying to another girl. Beauty felt not beautiful as The Ugly had told her. And magazines Beauty picked up told her she needed to be skinnier and prettier and be wild in bed for men to like you. And they sounded like The Ugly tyrannical dictator thugs. And on TV and movies, Beauty saw all the girls considered beautiful were stick figures and loose as possible with no morals and only care about appearance, not realizing they were airbrushed and often ill, and Beauty realized they were The Ugly also. And Beauty picked up her now dusty Bible and started to read. And Beauty realized that The Ugly were all wrong, every one of them, and that she was beautiful and that beauty had nothing to do with what she looked like. Beauty was made uniquely and purposefully by God, who made everything we know of and loves us each, is bit enough to be with each of us at the same time. God said being kind and gentle and loving and helpful and productive and sweet was true beauty and Beauty remembered that she was all those things initially so long ago. She cried with happiness that God who made her thought she was beautiful and suddenly, what The Ugly thought was the stupidest thing on earth, unworthy of future thought. So Beauty forgave them, forgave herself, forgave the bad men, forgave everyone and started living her amazingly beautiful life. True story.

Opinion versus Truth

Everyone has opinion, which are no more than our experiences and perspective of what is seen compared to our knowledge of truth and it’s application. That is it. Might be accurate compared to the truth and might not. The person holding or teeming their opinion may be adequately informed or not. The opinion pusher may be wise or not. It is highly dangerous to accept other’s opinions as fact, as truth. Truth on the other hand is always true, it is absolute, no matter what anyone says to the contrary. Starts are always shining in the sky. That is a truth. We cannot see them in the day because the sunlight is brighter or when it is cloudy to mask them, but they are up there still. God is in control. That is a truth. It may not look like it because of situational clouds that mask it or distractions that blind us but I assure you He is in control. The Bible is truth. Nothing in it has ever been proven false and man have they tried. So the words in it are true and can be trusted. Opinions not so much, and before accepting them as truth need to be weighed against truth. Otherwise, they become distractions at best and false truths in your mind at worst. And we must not let them have power over us unless proven true for that reason. Always question and think and study for yourself from proper sources that are proven true. It is impertinent to keep from incorporating or acting on false beliefs. We must be proactive with what we let into our minds and take to heart. ❤