i wonder

Yesterday when I was walking through the mall I saw the cutest thing, and it really made me think.  The scene was 3 kids who were between the ages of 3 and 5, and their Dad standing around one of those coin rolling donation thingies.  What do you call them?  You know.. you put a coin in this slot and roll it and it goes around... and around... and around... until after a very long time it seems it drops out of site at the bottom.  It's a big funnel for coins.  Anyway, back to my story.  I saw these kids watching the coins.  Two of them were so small that they crawled up on top of the contraption to get a better view of the coin rolling around.  Even the dad was bent over and smiling watching this coin roll round.  I smiled too!  But then it hit me...

Where is my wonder?  Where is my simple enjoyment of everyday moments?

I know where the are.  They are lost in cynicism.  Lost to the fact that I have been there and done that and nothing much has changed so why bother.  

My heart has become hard.  

It no longer seeks the joy of everything around me.  It says "you know it may look new, but you've seen this before, and it's not worth it.  There is a past pain that keeps me from seeing things the way God intended it to be.  Every moment is new, it hasn't happened before, but somehow I wrap that moment around my past and look at it from a distorted view.  Part of it is genetic, part of it is instinct and part of it is self preservation.  Honestly, I don't like it much.

I wish I could look at each new moment as "new" and with a sense of wonder.  My kids are experiencing everything as new and I don't engage because, again.... been there done that... time to move on.  Even a simple trip to the grocery store could be an adventure, but....

I have been down these aisles before and I know what lies on all of the shelves there is nothing here to experience, so let's just get this over with.

How sad!!

I wish I had more wonder, I wish I could take away the cloud of "past experiences" and let the joy of today flood through me.  I wish I didn't judge new relationships, based on past hurts from others.  

I wish I laughed more.

tori and taylor

Two pictures of wounds hit me hard this week. As you can see by the post title I am writing about Tory Spelling and Taylor Swift.

It all started when I was at the doctor's office reading (frankly whatever was in the room at the time) of all things Bazar magazine. In the magazine there was a short interview, or maybe it was just a quote, by Tori Spelling. The quote was a recollection of Tori to her younger years. She said "when I was younger I went into my parents bedroom and I asked my mother if I was pretty, my mother replied you will be when you get your nose done" Wow! Talk about a major wound and you can see the effects of it still today.

It is every girls question to their mommy... Am I pretty?

I have a hard time with this next one because everyone has given it way more attention that it ever deserved. I watched an excited Taylor Swift accept her award at the MTV video awards, only to have her moment stolen and left feeling, I am sure, less than stellar. I saw this young girl watch what was going on in disbelief, and.... I saw her hurt.

I felt her hurt..... I think we all did.

I say I think we all did because of the strong reactions it evoked. I saw words like idiot mostly, I saw punk, thug and I won't write what the President of the United States allegedly said.

One person admittedly thought "idiot" first, then remembered even this guy had a story, and had deep wounds and that this guy needed Jesus. Amen... but here is the fact... We all need Jesus.

We are all broken, wounded, hurting and in need of a Savior. I am no better than the guy who stole her moment.

I have done worse!

I don't think I have the right to call him any names. I do have the right to pray for both of them, and pray that they do find redemption and healing through Jesus. Some say it was all for pubilicity, and from what I hear it worked.

I hope everyone who watched learned something.

My prayer for these young ladies (Tori and Taylor) is that God would reveal Himself, and show them how beautiful, how valuable, and how captivating they truly are.

Not for their looks....... songs....... or money or anything other thing on earth, but for who God created them to be.

not meant to be

Well, I just finished a blog post about the meaning of life. It was OK... nothing great and I really just couldn't finish it up and it didn't feel right. So what do I do? Instead of just hitting save and waiting for the right time and waiting for God to speak, I took control and muddled through it.

Like I always do... I take control.

Long story short - I hit "publish", then I tried to view it on my blog and it was gone! It wasn't the right post and it wasn't the right time, and I am OK with that.

A little frustrated, but OK.

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