reflections

“When my mother and father forsake me, the Lord will take care of me” – psalm 27: 10

david knew what he was talking about.  i like that he said “when” not “if” because he knew that to be forsook by one’s own parents was more than a possibility. i realize it too.

“A man who has friends must himself be friendly, But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” – proverbs 18:24

amen.  i have been criticized many times by my sisters and mother for “treating my friends better than family” yet what i see in this verse is that a friend really does stick by you, more than your own family. throughout the bible one finds references to people who were forsaken, mistreated, ignored, and cast away from their families, yet they prospered.

“The wise woman builds her house,But the foolish pulls it down with her hands.” – proverbs 14: 1

i love this verse.  when i think about the horrible things my mother said to my father in front of us (or to us about him) i realize she was a foolish woman. why would you tear your own home apart with harsh words? and what do you think that teaches young girls about how to deal with men?

i am again reminded of pastor’s message about storms.  everyone will deal with them. the question is, how will you weather it?  i look at my mother and i see someone who has been in many storms.  a woman who seems to go from storm to storm instead of glory to glory.  a woman who thrives on chaos and discontent. and when someone else who went through the storm right alongside her comes out into the sunshine she is enraged that they would have the audacity to emerge washed clean.

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