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, buddy...you 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…