Wednesday, April 09, 2008

In-SAN-it-y…(and boots)

Say it with me folks…insanity…this is what life has been like for what seems like ages…how in the world do I get from there to here and not really have anything to show for it?

So…since my last blog…so many things have happened.

Firstly, I received some interesting criticism regarding a specific Christian practice and my personal experiences (and fears) about it.

Since this has been my forum to work out spiritual issues, I’ve composed and deleted SEVERAL entries about my spiritual struggles with the issues over which I was criticized. WHY was I criticized? WHAT did I say that was wrong? WAS I, in fact wrong? (this one got me because the last thing I ever want to do is lead a fellow Christian astray!)

When I got myself around to verifying that the Bible does, indeed, say what I thought it said. And I talked with God and sought some guidance from a respected Christian woman with a strong walk. And I dealt with my hurt feelings and persecution…AND I dealt with my worry over what this person would think of me…I had an epiphany! (Imagine that!)

I realized…All this struggle, and verification and prayer and worry and guidance was the point. I needed to be able to ensure that my beliefs and my Bible and my personal relationship with God were aligned. They are. (And that is all that really matters in the end.)

I wish I could really give you more information…alas, the potential for offense is too high…and I’m certain the lesson was this: I have gifts that somebody else might not ever get. I need to understand them the way God outlines them for me in the Bible. When I speak about the spiritual things that I’m working out or have experienced, I need to make sure I’m speaking out of love and truth. I need to continue to practice a transparent walk with God. And, since the Bible promises that criticism WILL be part of being a Christian, I need to lose my assumption that it will always come from a non-Christian source. Sometimes, it comes from our brothers and sisters in Christ.

Ok..enough of that…

Did you all know I celebrated a birthday? It was a great birthday. I had great coffee and a scone, a 90 minute massage, a junk food dinner and chocolate cake with mint chip ice cream. I got an amazing gift from my friend Debbie who knows I love folk art and graced me with a gorgeous and useful hand-made item from Columbia…I have no photo to put up right now, but I will take one and post it.

Here is the obligatory birthday picture:

So…on to the boots..

These are the boots:

Ugly, aren’t they?

This is how these ugly boots came to be a part of my household: We went to Target on a Saturday afternoon and were sort of wandering around talking and we went into this aisle that had rain boots, rain coats, garden gear, tents, etc for little kids...

We are walking along and pass tons of pairs of pink rainboots with little butterflies with no comment from the little guy. Then we pass tons of pairs of yellow boots that look like little giraffe's with no comment from the little guy.

Then we get to these UGLY things and he went crazy, "Momma! BITS! BITS! MY BITS! ME! MOMMA!"

So I say, "Ok, don't have any rain boots. Let me see if they have your size." He was leaning over the edge of the cart, trying to get to a pair to grab and just chattering away about these "BITS." They didn't really have his size, but they had one size too big…so I say “Ok, buddy. You can have these boots.”

He hugged the things to his chest and wouldn't let go. He was turning them over and over and chattering away like he won the lottery.

When we got to the check out stand, he wouldn't give up his boots to be checked. I said, "buddy, let the lady scan them and then you can have them back."

"No, momma. MY bits."

"Please, Jayden! We have to pay."

"No" in his little voice with his little brow all wrinkled up.

So, Mommy had to fish out the tag, tear it off and hand it to the lady. And Jay, of course, is hanging on to those boots for dear life and looking at the check out lady like she's going to rob him.

We couldn't put them in a sack, he held them in one had then the other when I tried to put him into his car seat. He had a melt down when I took them away to finally buckle him in.

When we get home, he immediately sat down to take off his tennies and put on his “bits.”

He had a devil of a time learning to walk in them. They are too big and they are stiff. AND, he is so busy bent over staring at them that he can't keep his balance.

He always wants them on. He makes you tuck in his pants so he can see them.

We even have to put them on over his footie pjs

Ah…life with a toddler…


Peace, ya’ll!!!


Greta said...

You have me intrigued with your recent struggle.

Care to share with me?

Thank you for your comment on my blog. I firmly believe that those that have gone through the "crap" of life, have a better understanding of compassion for others - and their relationship with Christ.

I feel sorry for those that have had it 'easy'. They are ultimately, not as blessed! :)

Look forward to enjoying more of your blog.

(noticed Jane Monheit and Messy Spirituality on your profile. Some of my favorites!! Have you read any of Anne Lamott? I think you would probably love her, if you haven't discovered her already....)


Sam said...

Don't they always seem to get most attached to the things we find least attractive? Hanna had this freaky doll my Grandpa bought her - the head was at least as big as the body. It gave me nightmares. So of course, it was imperative she drag it everywhere for months on end when she was about 2.

And I'm so sorry to hear about this trying time. I learned long ago not to put God, or what He can do or who He chooses to do it through in a box. He created the universe - if He wants to give some people special gifts, that's totally up to Him and not for any of us to judge. Hugs!

MaryC said...

Can I just say that God speaks differently to different people. I used to wonder what's up with that but then I had the 'epiphany'. We all are given different walks and different gifts BECAUSE we are al different. We each have something seperate to contribute in God's plan. If we all got the same message, we would all be doing the same thing and then no one new would come to know what we know, what God wants them to know. Get it? The drummer is the same, but the beat is different for everyone.

And the birthday photo is lovely.

And the boots, well, the boots are 'interesting'. I totally get it though. Jacob wore neon yellow rain boots for almost a year. It drove us crazy for all the reasons you listed. Kids are so funny.