Monday Madness- Small Words, Huge Results

It's the usual Monday craziness. Day after Father's Day. First day of VBS. Our church does it big- about 900 kids and 500 volunteers. Yes, parking can be competitive! But the kids love it, so it's worth it. Today finds me contemplating something else entirely, though. I've been going through one of those seasons where it seems a couple of relationships have exploded all over the place. It's not been fun. People are people and we all have our stuff. Sometimes sorting it out it pretty messy. What has made the most impact on me, however, is the use of two small words: "I'm sorry." 


Back before Brad and I were getting married, we had a pastor counsel us. He charged Brad Brad with five words that he needed to say first, every time there was a disagreement. Those words were: "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." 


I will tell you, I can be furious- beyond livid- and those words still affect me. I can be mentally dividing the furniture and those words will stop me dead in my tracks. (Dagnabit!) There's something about someone putting their pride aside and saying "I'm sorry." Even if you don't feel like you were wrong. Usually, there's more than enough blame to go around. But the longer you wait to say it, the harder it is, and the harder it is for the other person to hear it. 


Today is a good day to get started.


Yours, 


Melissa

Friday Funny- Excuse Me?

Time for Friday Funny. I have to admit this is a little more on the "I'm glad that's not me at the moment" side. As well as a little on the,"Hmmmmm, I wonder if it's time for a serious conversation?" side. 


The setting: Kitchen, 6:30 AM. It's dark outside. I'm still brewing coffee, meaning that I have not ingested any caffeine whatsoever and am clearly not cognizant enough to handle what comes next.


My two, beautiful, perfectly naive and innocent children are playing with the dog.


The conversation as I was brewing coffee...


Z1 (who, btw, is 10 yrs old): Mom, what are the worst cuss words EVER?


Me (taken aback, because, it IS 6:30 AM and I wasn't really expecting to start my day off with something he had clearly been pondering for a bit): Uhm, well, you probably don't need to know those since they are NEVER coming out of your mouth, right?


Z1: Okay the, could you tell me what the "F" word means?


Me: Honey, you don't need to worry about that right now because even if I explained it, you still won't use it, and you may not understand it when I explain it anyway.


Z2 (who is 8 yrs old) says to Z1: Don't worry Z1. I'll tell you later.


I think it's time for that talk.....


Yours, spending time with my children this weekend,


Melissa