The Most Important People In The Family

I happened across this article while scanning my Facebook page today that may help with why kids are so different today.  It is written by John Rosemond, syndicated columnist for the LaCrosse Tribune and plainly explains who should be most important in the family.  The 5th Commandment says, “Honor your father and your mother.”  It does not say things like: Make your children the most important part of your life or children count more than parents or give your children everything or discipline harms a child’s psyche or let your child do what they want, they have to learn sometime or

John Rosemond: Your Kids Should Not Be The Most Important

I recently asked a married couple who have three kids, none of whom are yet teens, “Who are the most important people in your family?”

Like all good moms and dads of this brave new millennium, they answered, “Our kids!”

“Why?” I then asked.  “What is it about your kids that gives them that status?”  and like all good moms and dads of this brave new millennium, they couldn’t answer the question other than to fumble with appeals to emotion.

So, I answered the question for them: “There is no reasonable thing that gives your children that status.” I went on to point out that many if not most of the problems they’re having with their kids–typical stuff, these days–are the result of treating their children as if they, their marriage, and their family exist because of the kids when it is, in fact, the other way around.  Their kids exist because of them and their marriage and thrive because they have created a stable family.

Furthermore, without them, their kids wouldn’t eat well, have the nice clothing they wear, live in the nice home in which they live, enjoy the great vacations they enjoy, and so on.  Instead of lives that are relatively carefree (despite the drama to the contrary that they occasionally manufacture), their children would be living lives full of worry and want.

This issue is really the heart of the matter.  People my age know it’s the heart of the matter because when we were kids it was clear to us that our parents were the most important people in our families.  And that, right there, is why we respected our parents and that, right there, is why we looked up to adults in general.  Yes, Virginia, once upon a time in the United States of America, children were second-class citizens, to their advantage.

It was also clear to us–I speak, of course, in general terms, albeit accurate–that our parents’ marriages were more important to them than their relationships with us.  Therefore, we did not sleep in their beds or interrupt their conversations.  The family meal, at home, was regarded as more important than after-school activities.  Mom and Dad talked more–a lot more–with one another than they talked with you.  For lack of pedestals, we emancipated earlier and much more successfully than have children since.

The most important person in an army is the general.  The most important person in a corporation is the CEO.  The most important person in a classroom is the teacher.  And the most important person in the family are the parents.

The most important thing about children is the need to prepare them properly for responsible citizenship.  The primary objective should not be raising a straight-A student who excels at three sports, earns a spot on the Olympic swim team, goes to an A-list university and becomes a prominent brain surgeon.  The primary objective is to raise a child such that community and culture are strengthened.

“Our child is the most important person in our family” is the first step toward raising a child who feels entitled.

You don’t want that.  Unbeknownst to your child, he doesn’t need that.  And neither does America.

You can read the whole article at http://lacrossetribune.com/lifestyles/relationships-and-special-occasions/john-rosemond-your-kids-should-not-be-the-most-important/article_e61f4a20-c15e-53c6-ba51-e86af16ab957.html

Blessings to you and yours!

Marie

Rosemond, John. “Your kids should not be the most important.” LaCrosse Tribune 1 Jan. 2017. Facebook Web. 14 March 2017.

Words

Words…Seven of them…From the cross…

1    Luke 23:32-38

2     Luke 23:39-43

3    John 19:26-27

4    Matthew 27:45-49

5     John 19:28-29

6    John 19:30

7     Luke 23:46-49

five-minute-friday-4-300x300I’m joining Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday. One word prompt. Five minutes. No editing. Lots of women. All of us writing on that same word.

No One Is More Important Than Jesus

These words of Oswald Chambers had a profound effect on me the first (and every) timehouse I read them.  I have many friends who mean much to me but not as much as my Jesus.  I have a loving family whom I adore but they don’t mean as much to me as my Jesus.  I have a church family that I think the world of but they don’t mean as much to me as Jesus.  God gave me the most awesome man on earth as a helpmate, but Jesus surpasses the love he has for me.  (Yes, he’s comfortable with that because he also knows that Jesus’ love for him is greater than mine.)  There is no one in this world greater than my  Jesus!

Our soul’s history with God is frequently the history of the “passing of the hero.”  Over and over again God has to remove our friends in order to bring Himself in their place, and that is where we faint and fail and get discouraged.  Take it personally: In the year that the one who stood to me for all that God was, died–I gave up everything?  I became ill?  I got disheartened?  Or–I saw the LORD?

It must be God first, God second, and God third, until the life is faced steadily with God and no one else is of any account whatever.  “In all the world there is none but Thee, my God, there is none but Thee.”  Keep paying the price.  Let God see that you are willing to live up to the vision. 

Oswald Chambers, My Utmost For His Highest (Westwood, NJ; Barbour and Company, Incl, 1935), 195.

I thank my God every time I remember you.  Philippians 1:3

Blessings to you and yours!

Marie

All God’s Children

While we were waiting for church to start this morning Taylor asked if I had some paper so she could draw. I watched her draw a cross and underneath she wrote Jesus’s cross. Next to the cross she drew Jesus . He was holding Taylor’s hand, she was holding Marlee’s hand & she was holding Morgan’s hand… Then she told me it was hers & Morgan’s job to help teach Marlee about Jesus & to let her know that He is always holding their hands. She then drew a picture of Bro. Kenny preaching to the congregation … her mommy, Morgan, Taylor, Nana & Pawpaw. It is amazing how much they learn & how quickly they pick it up. My girls are so bright, caring & loving especially to Marlee. I love these girls so much.

This beautiful word picture was painted by a dear friend in Alabama.  I loved it when she posted it on Facebook and have her permission to share it in this blog.  (The picture above is not the one the girls drew.)

It is so easy to read Matthew 19:13-15 and think I’m no longer a child.  That’s really not true.  We are all God’s children.  He wants us to come to Him regularly and learn from Him.  We tend, as adults, to become so independent that trusting anyone but ourselves is a rarity.  Proverbs 3:5 says, ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding’.  That’s what Jesus is saying to ALL His children, trust Me, count on Me, lean on Me, I AM what you are searching for, I will hold your hands anytime you need Me.

Heavenly Father as I lift these words in the Name of Jesus, keep me constantly aware that I am Your child.  Throughout this day help me to trust You, to lean on You, to hold Your always extended hand.  Your awesomeness thrills me.  YOU ARE!

A New Brother and Sister

Would it surprise you to find that you have more family than you thought you did?   Almost 2 years ago I was contacted by an unknown nephew asking if I was the daughter of my parents? (Name withheld because we’re on the internet.)  Well of course I was and still am even though both of them have passed into glory.  As time has passed I have discovered a new brother and sister and their families.  Can you imagine?

I have two full sisters and now I have 3 sisters and a brother.  Awesome!  Getting to know them is an incredible experience.  By the way,  what does one do with a brother?  I’m pretty good with sisters, grew up with them, and all the stuff that goes with it.  But a brother?  (Any suggestions are appreciated.)

And so now, many years later, much life has passed.  We are married, had children, ready to retire, settled in our communities, survived cancer, heart disease, diabetes, and a Traumatic Brain Injury behind us.  And before us…two very special new people and their families to get to know and love.

God is so good!  Welcome to the family!  You are loved!

Father in heaven only You could have put us back together.  How can I begin to say thanks for this great gift of joy.  I ask that You teach us to love one another with the the kind of love in 1 Corinthians 13.  Give us patience with one another.  Teach us kindness.  Help us to seek only what is best for one another.  What an awesome God You are!

Wash Me

We are often reminded  that we need to be ‘washed’ in a variety of ways to be made ‘clean’.    Such phrases as, ‘Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow’, ‘Washed in the blood of the lamb’,  ‘Wash in the River of Life’, remind us that we are cleansed spiritually as well as physically.  Jesus washed the feet of the Disciples at the last supper to remind them to be servants.  (John 13:12-17)  The story that follows was sent in an email from a friend.  There was no author listed.  Enjoy!

Rain

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in WalMart.  She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside.  The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.  We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the WalMart.  We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall.  I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.  Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in.  “Mom let’s run through the rain,” she said.  “What?” Mom asked.

“Let’s run through the rain!” she repeated.

“No, honey.  We’ll wait until it slows down a bit”, Mom replied.

This young child waited a minute and repeated, “Mom, let’s run through the rain.”

“We’ll get soaked if we do”, Mom said.

“No, we won’t Mom.  That’s not what you said this morning”, the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

“This morning?  When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”

“Don’t you remember?  When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything!’

The entire crowd stopped dead silent…I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain…We all stood silently.  No one left.  Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly.  Same might even ignore what was said.  But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life.  A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

“Honey, you are absolutely right.  Let’s run through the rain.  If GOD lets us get wet, well maybe we just need washing,” Mom said.

Then off they ran.  We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles.  They got soaked.

They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.  And yes, I did.  I ran.  I got wet.  I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.  But no one can ever take away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day.

Father, drench me with the cleansing power of Your Holy Rain.  As Peter said at the Last Supper, not just my feet but my hands, my head, and all of me.  Grant me the mercy that comes from Your Healing Rain.  Make it so!