Mind Your Own Business

What is it with all the “reality” shows, why would any sane person want to have their whole life on display for the whole world to see? Can it be that all the busyness that is our lives be so empty that we feel it necessary to live vicariously through the crazy lives of the people on our TVs? Why is it that it appears to be OK to watch people connive, backstab and use others to scratch their way to the big bucks. How empty and wasted of a life is that? Is this what we want our kids to believe? Is this the ultimate goal to set before our youngsters?

What happened to values? What happened to living life instead of just existing and trying to get some kind of satisfaction from watching others “live.” There is a saying “life isn’t measured by the number of breaths you take but by the moments that take your breath away.” It’s a nice saying…but it’s a better way of life. If we live our lives so superficially that we never touch another person or never let another touch us, we will never really have those moments that take our breath away. You have to care about something outside your skin to have anything take your breath away.

I love my job. I work for a county agency and there is just something about greeting people with a genuine smile, and seeing that smile in return. People want to know someone cares. Even if I have to give an answer that they don’t want to hear…knowing that I truly do care makes a difference in the way they handle that informaIs thistion. The sincere gratitude of these people take my breath away. Touching lives, one person at a time…it gives me satisfaction. You can’t get that on TV.

 

A Safe Place

Where do you go when things are not going the way you wanted. When your heart is breaking and your world is laying in pieces at your feet…when it seems there is nothing and no one that could ever put your Humpty Dumpty back together again.  When you’re sure there is absolutely no one who cares.  Is there a haven you can go to?  A place of refuge?

They say, you can tell your “true” friends from your acquaintances  during these times. But let’s be honest…there are times that NO ONE can understand what is going on inside of you not even your closest friend. I’ve lived long enough to have gone through too many of these times. I have had to “rebuild” my life too many times; and I can tell you there is a haven. A place of peace where lessons are learned (yes, through our mistakes and blunders.) A true haven of rest.

There is one that sticks closer than a brother. Jesus, is my refuge, my teacher, my shoulder to both cry on and lean on. He truly does know me…even better than I do. It never ceases to amaze me when He shows me things about myself that I would have told any other person NO emphatically NO! Only to find out the truth when I am brought to a point where there is no denying it. When I say Jesus is my refuge, it is not a sweet platitude from “my religion” it is something that I have learned through experience. He has been with me at my highest highs and my lowest lows and still He loves me. He never, ever, gives up on me.

 

Just a Random Thought

Maybe it’s just me…but all our devices that are supposed to make life “easier” only tend to complicate instead of easing our lives.  Eh, it’s probably just me. I never thought I’d be the nostalgic kind of person…but gosh I remember when we went to school to be educated…not indoctrinated. We learned to actually use a pencil and eraser because it was ok to admit we made a mistake and were taught to correct them ourselves. Amazing, isn’t it? To learn that mistakes are part of the learning process. Hmm, now that’s a thought.

We learned to use ink pens later when writing mistakes were fewer…what a day! Woohoo made it past pencils…but they are still nice to have around just incase. Don’t you think?