Thursday, February 10, 2011

"Don't know what you got till it's gone"

My train of thought often comes from things around me but, if you are around me I often seem pretty random. Today I am thinking of this song that Bob Dylan sang but, I like this version where the actual writer of the song sings it. (you can listen here)

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We, as humains, don't seem to live like we mean it until something huge happens. A family member dies, our significant other looses a big job, we loose all of our possessions, we are forced to move to a place where we really do have to start over and it crushes our world. Just reminds me of this song! We really don't seem to know what we have until it's gone. Why? Why do we wait to be content when we don't have "it" anymore? Why do we wait to follow God with all that we have till we are terminally ill? What are we chasing that is so important?! I gotta tell you! I don't want to go about life doing all the "important things" just to wake up someday and realize that my kids are gone. I don't want my kids to be grown adults and realize that I never got to spend time with them the way that I wanted to or that they pretty much live life without me because I didn't pour into there lives the way that a parent should. As a mom I feel like I get allot of flack to be that "perfect house wife" (not from my husband because if you knew him he gives me the opposite kind of pressure) but, I guess I feel like people outside in society feel like it's my job to keep the house clean, teach my kids, do the laundry... you know, be Martha Stewart. And I guess sometimes when I am paying attention to my house I get close but, those are the times when I neglect my kids. So, I guess I need to officially apologize to society now and get it over with. I am not Martha Stewart and I have no desire to be... ambitions can take you places you never thought they could go... like jail. I am going to be the hippie momma who forgets school somedays because the sky is blue and my kids need some time to put there toes in the grass and smell the fresh air. I am going to be the mom who plays outside and gets dirty too. I am not saying that I want to neglect my kids education but, seriously! Where in the world do people get the notion that education is the end all be all?! Why can't kids just be kids?! We send them off the school for the first 24 years of there lives. They are pent up in buildings and then we wonder why they grow up to be grown ups who have no time for people, who are depressed and often get divorced. Is this really what we want our kids growing up to be?! Doesn't sound like "paradise" to me! I don't think that is the image that most kids have dreams of growing up to be! Yet, we are not changing the "factory" that we are putting all of our kids through. If we put them all through the same rigors how can we expect them to turn out like anyone different than "normal". It was Albert Einstein who said that the definition of Insanity is doing the same thing  over and over again and expecting different results. Our society is officially insane! :) I don't want my kids to grow up rich. Our country is rich enough! I don't want my kids to forget God

Proverbs 30:8-9 (Amplified Bible)

8Remove far from me falsehood and lies; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me,
    9Lest I be full and deny You and say, Who is the Lord? Or lest I be poor and steal, and so profane the name of my God.(A)

I don't want my kids to forget God like so many in our country have! I would not be upset if my kids  did have riches, it's just not something that I dream of for my kids. I dream for them to be happy, to be fulfilled with doing what God created them to be! I dream for them a beautiful relationship with God that I can only try to imagine! But, that is "it" for me! The "it" that I think we are all missing; A real, loving and romantic relationship with Jesus Christ. Yep, I just jumped from "random" to "raging lunatic" :) It's ok. I will be more undignified that this for the glory of my God! :)

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