Monday, September 19, 2011
A Poopie Misunderstood Day but the Birds Still Sing
Do you ever feel pooped out and unpopular at parties? (Think I love Lucy commercial for vita-meata-vegamin) Oh woe is me day....Think Eyore.
Today is a bummer day, jezebels and witches flying around on their brooms velvet claws ready to sink in. Scary. It's been that kind of a day for my daughters as well, it's like all hell let loose today.
Hubbies that are too buy looking for a styrofoam cup to take to work for their coffee to listen to what that manipulating creep woman did to me (again). Thoughts flying around my head like...Should I call my friend who I really don't talk to that much anymore and ask her about this seemingly creepy person we both are acquainted with and how do we handle such person? Or should I stay smart and shutteth uppeth. Something tells me to husheth and stay smart until further notice. Usually the messenger gets shot yes they do.
All in all, I have a lot to be very thankful for. Maybe if I would stop talking and listen I might hear the birds sing. Isn't God bigger? He knows it's been a poopie-misunderstood day for me and my girls. But God is bigger.
I do wish some of the local homeschool support groups would write back soon. (Edit 5:56pm: Oh yay! one did and they sound so very nice. Halelujah!) It seems gone are the days when we would sit around picnic tables and talk about sweet subjects, perhaps decluttering and the latest homeschool magazine. A glimpse of an English homeschool girl running up a hill barefoot with a guitar as my daughters were clearly amused back then.
There was no talk of degrees and such. That was not the thrust or heart of homeschooling back then 22 years ago, even just ten years ago.
I first noticed things were changing when I sat on a panel with three other homeschool moms at a homeschool workshop and one (unbeknownst to me) liberal one turned and attacked me in front of everyone because I was too homie and Jesus talking for her. Yep, think of a homie Sarah Palin being attacked by a mean suburban Blondie.
Time went on and another year I was attacked publicly online via our homeschool "support " group loop while over 300 families gawked. There is nothing worse than mean women they say and I believe it. If you ask me those attackers should be sent to help fight the war. The terrorists would run screaming to their mamas. Just kidding. Our soldiers are doing a fine job with very little appreciation or perks it seems to me. Yep, that season of the internet attack deal put me in a depression of sorts...Who wouldn't be? My oldest daughter Lea even took me out for Chow Mein lunch one day it got so bad. The birds still sing, and there were some who came to my public rescue including my hubby, yep, the same one who was looking for that styrofoam cup this morning...not listening. I'll always remember those who came to my defense and I do tend to have remembrance of those who sat on their hands and lips as well. My old pastor always said..."Those who remain silent might as well be on the other side."
But the birds still sing, and the next year the Lord used our family to speak in front of the broad assembly on the big fat podium platform. It was funny. About the time they were announcing our names, I look down as I feel something swarthing about my ankles. Hm. Horrors. It was my black half slip that had fallen down. Yep, a potentially rather embarrassing moment there. I was standing in the back of the huge room and took off to the back exhibit hall and hid behind a display and pulled that baby up and went trotting up to the front! Wow. I wonder if God did not allow that to happen to take the edge off of my nervousness. There were a couple of the attackers present as well as many encouragers there that day. The birds do sing and laugh too. God is faithful. I still receive blessed reports usually every year of mommies who tell me they were in the audience, and some of later years who were in our classroom, they tell me what we say sinks in and stays on their backburners. Some buy it at first and some don't but God finishes the speaking gig I have found. I love Him so. *tears*
God is faithful, He has allowed our family to share at this workshop in a classroom for over ten years. This year? We were edged out for a class from a community college on how to double credits. We were asked and then edged out. Who knows what went on...It could have been pure disorganization...They wanted my girls on a panel so I couldn't complain much because our girls have the same hearts we do but boy did it sting, it hurted. The younger homeschool mom who has homeschooled around 3 or 4 years or so years tell me..."maybe in the future"...."I didn't know how long you have been sharing"....That was the month this summer when I felt like a poor pitiful horsie put out to pasture. Hubs even had a message too that was not given. The birds still sing, and it did rather give me a stress free summer. I think God calls us to hide in the Kerith Ravine to rest. And I better rest in that if I know what is good for me!
At our home in the burbs we've had a Vessels of Honor Bible study that Marianna or one of our girls would teach Bible and then a homemaking lesson. We moved here to the country and for many reasons it would not be do-able here. Mar instead has it at a burb french bakery restaurant in their meeting room...a very homie place ...gee, they even have french lessons playing over speakers in the bathroom for pity's sake. Mar asked the families to please write her mom thank you notes to thank (me) for opening our home for those years. It broke my heart, we received one. Two complaints. The birds still sing, God knows my heart and He knows how it feels to be treated in that way too. Anyone remember the nine? How about the one who did give thanks to God? May we be that one!
Well, that goes for me today. I've been wanting to get some of this off my chest for a while, and today seems like the perfect poopedie doop day to do so.
I'll be fine, I just do not like manipulative people, some women think they can go stick their fingers in people's eyes and then lick their lips and ask what they did wrong. Some of them are plain mean. Unthankfulness and ungratefulness are also just too prevalent in today's society and church from what I'm experiencing lately. I suppose it has to do with the epidemic of busyness? Let me tell you, I grew up in a home, where thank you notes were written and written beautifully by all. I have boxes of letters written by my father throughout military school to his parents with the "V for Victory" stamps on them. I also recently came across a letter from my grandma written to my mom and dad upon marriage. Today? I cannot even expect a thank you note for a graduation or wedding gift half the time.
I'm thinking these nutty people can just shadow box by themselves and the rudies, ungratefuls and busies can just whirl in their busyness like flying durbishes. God can handle them, why should I bother?
Praying for the country, the nation, what is called the church.
If you've read thus far you are a friend in need indeed.
This post may soon be erased as I come to my senses. ; )
My Greatest Friend by John Drysdale
(I love this print, I saw it in a hippie pizza place restaurant bathroom in an old two story house in midtown.) I'm going to get me one of those prints to put in my bathroom by George! I love black and white. I love this message.
This could be me today...Sometimes we just need a hug.
Michelle is cooking dinner and hubs came in and says, "What'r you doing?" (That's Jem's way)...I half smile saying "nothing"...I don't want to toss my curls. I'll hide in the Kerith Ravine and let it go...The birds sing beautifully there.