Quick question- Do you feel blessed? My answer is absolutely! My next question would be, then why do we want more? Ok- I am a firm believer in the thought that you should never settle. Always work just a little harder. Continue to set goals and strive to reach them. That's not exactly the "more" I am talking about.
I'm talking about having an abundance of blessings and loving and appreciating those blessings, but still not feeling at peace. Sometimes I honestly feel guilty that I feel that way. God has blessed me beyond what I ever deserved, so why do I find myself searching for more?
I guess that's the million dollar question.
Good Night! Enjoy today June 27, it's the only one you will ever get!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Some times you just gotta write...
Sometimes when I am not sure what path to take it helps me just to sit down and start writing. These are the times where I eventually go back and read through and wonder what in the world I was talking about at the time, but it never fails to help me through whatever it is I am going through. Crazy thing about it is.. when I am not writing, that is usually when stuff is going very wrong in my head. Not necessarily in my life, but so much stuff is rolling around in my head that I have trouble picking through and managing it.
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I am not the type of person to sit down and read a novel. I read things that interest me, but things that I am told I have to read kind of appeal to me like fingernails on a chalkboard. Most of the time if I don't choose the reading material, it is somehow put into my lap and I have no choice but to read it. Almost like I was meant to read it... I know I know corny right? Don't laugh just yet.. yesterday my daughter and I were talking and just kinda being silly and surfing around on the internet and I happened upon this, http://christinekane.com/blog/you-teach-people-how-to-treat-you/ . It's a blog by Christine Kane called (you guessed it) You Teach People How to Treat You. Now what it so "ironic" about this is that a friend of mine had just made the same statement late the night before. So since the blog was placed in my lap, I read it.
It is a GREAT blog that talks about how you have some control over how you are treated by the way you allow people to treat you. That is really not news to me. I have known that for a long time, but it goes into some other stuff that hit me right in the gut. First, that you have to know what you want. Check! I got that down. I know exactly what I want! Yay me, right? BUT then it goes on to say, you have to set your boundaries and "honor and practice" making use of thost boundaries. Hmm.. OK hold the Yay :( I don't really do that. AND yep she was good enough to anwer my question as to why I don't really do that -> are you ready for it? "The biggest risk involved in teaching people how to treat you is the risk that some of them might go away." I don't like to lose people that I have taken a risk on and let myself care about. It hurts and I just don't like it!
So what do I tend to do? Not let myself get into many deep and meaningful relationships. Don't get me wrong, I care about people. I love people for the most part. I just don't often take the time to truly get to know them on a deeper level. Why? Because I don't like to get hurt. AND what's even more crazy about it is that I tend to choose people to try to care about on that level who don't really care the same way for me. I guess secretly I like to know the end result. Me caring about someone who doesn't return my feelings = eventually not having that person in my life.
One day maybe I will get it all figured out.. for now I am going to stop writing, because I choose that and promise myself that tomorrow (or tonight) I will write again.
Enjoy today, June 12, 2010, it's the only one you will ever get!
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I am not the type of person to sit down and read a novel. I read things that interest me, but things that I am told I have to read kind of appeal to me like fingernails on a chalkboard. Most of the time if I don't choose the reading material, it is somehow put into my lap and I have no choice but to read it. Almost like I was meant to read it... I know I know corny right? Don't laugh just yet.. yesterday my daughter and I were talking and just kinda being silly and surfing around on the internet and I happened upon this, http://christinekane.com/blog/you-teach-people-how-to-treat-you/ . It's a blog by Christine Kane called (you guessed it) You Teach People How to Treat You. Now what it so "ironic" about this is that a friend of mine had just made the same statement late the night before. So since the blog was placed in my lap, I read it.
It is a GREAT blog that talks about how you have some control over how you are treated by the way you allow people to treat you. That is really not news to me. I have known that for a long time, but it goes into some other stuff that hit me right in the gut. First, that you have to know what you want. Check! I got that down. I know exactly what I want! Yay me, right? BUT then it goes on to say, you have to set your boundaries and "honor and practice" making use of thost boundaries. Hmm.. OK hold the Yay :( I don't really do that. AND yep she was good enough to anwer my question as to why I don't really do that -> are you ready for it? "The biggest risk involved in teaching people how to treat you is the risk that some of them might go away." I don't like to lose people that I have taken a risk on and let myself care about. It hurts and I just don't like it!
So what do I tend to do? Not let myself get into many deep and meaningful relationships. Don't get me wrong, I care about people. I love people for the most part. I just don't often take the time to truly get to know them on a deeper level. Why? Because I don't like to get hurt. AND what's even more crazy about it is that I tend to choose people to try to care about on that level who don't really care the same way for me. I guess secretly I like to know the end result. Me caring about someone who doesn't return my feelings = eventually not having that person in my life.
One day maybe I will get it all figured out.. for now I am going to stop writing, because I choose that and promise myself that tomorrow (or tonight) I will write again.
Enjoy today, June 12, 2010, it's the only one you will ever get!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Ready for the snow to go away!
My favorite time of year is Summer! I know most people don't like the heat, but since I love the water, I love the summer!
When I was younger I used to dream of living in a warm climate close to the ocean. Great idea right? Well yeah, but I am afraid of getting in the ocean.
I was talking to my daugher the other day and we were talking about just that subject. She asked me what I wanted to do when I was little, and it led on to where I wanted live. When I answered by the ocean, she was not one bit surprised. She just asked one question, "Why don't you live by the ocean then?" Funny that I have never been asked that question before. I had to think about it for a minute. AND I gave the dumbest answer (but most honest answer I could think of) "fear."
The "what if" factor was huge on this one. I have stayed close to home because "what if" something happened and I needed my family. I don't go into the ocean because "what if" a shark is in there. I don't try something new because "what if" I fail.
To me that was embarassing.. so I changed things up a little bit.. What if I choose to take a chance right now? and here's a crazy thought.. What if it works out? Wow! Now there's a thought. How hypocritical I felt encouraging my kids to go out on a limb and here I was standing on the shore.
Yes I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. My regrets are few and for that I am thankful! God has blessed me in so many way.. but God has also blessed me with a strong will. This summer we are going to the ocean and I am determined to jump in. Maybe, God willing, I will eventually live by the ocean, but for now I am just giong to live my own advice and stop living in fear.
OK- That was my ramble for the day!
Enjoy today (Valentine's Day) Feburary 14, 2010- it's the only one you will ever get!
Rebekah
When I was younger I used to dream of living in a warm climate close to the ocean. Great idea right? Well yeah, but I am afraid of getting in the ocean.
I was talking to my daugher the other day and we were talking about just that subject. She asked me what I wanted to do when I was little, and it led on to where I wanted live. When I answered by the ocean, she was not one bit surprised. She just asked one question, "Why don't you live by the ocean then?" Funny that I have never been asked that question before. I had to think about it for a minute. AND I gave the dumbest answer (but most honest answer I could think of) "fear."
The "what if" factor was huge on this one. I have stayed close to home because "what if" something happened and I needed my family. I don't go into the ocean because "what if" a shark is in there. I don't try something new because "what if" I fail.
To me that was embarassing.. so I changed things up a little bit.. What if I choose to take a chance right now? and here's a crazy thought.. What if it works out? Wow! Now there's a thought. How hypocritical I felt encouraging my kids to go out on a limb and here I was standing on the shore.
Yes I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. My regrets are few and for that I am thankful! God has blessed me in so many way.. but God has also blessed me with a strong will. This summer we are going to the ocean and I am determined to jump in. Maybe, God willing, I will eventually live by the ocean, but for now I am just giong to live my own advice and stop living in fear.
OK- That was my ramble for the day!
Enjoy today (Valentine's Day) Feburary 14, 2010- it's the only one you will ever get!
Rebekah
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Cyd's been buggin' me to tell an "Uncle Scott" story..
So here goes..
Back when I was young, I lived on a farm in Maysville, Oklahoma. Our house was about five miles from our nearest neighbor so we were stuck hanging out with each other whether we liked it or not.
There were some disadvantages to living so far from civilization, but there were also some really amazing advantages. We had the run of several acres of land dotted with some old barns and even some well stocked farm ponds.
Of course for a farm kid, fishing was a priority, and we were no exception. One summer day we loaded the our lunch pails with sandwhiches, grabbed our cane poles, and headed down to the "big" pond. The "big" pond was about 1/2 a mile from our back door. The big pond had some really nice catfish in it, and a great shade tree that we could sit under and watch our bobbers in the water.
After a few pit stops to do a little frog giggin' and crawfishin' in a couple of the smaller ponds for bait, we made it to the "big" pond. We set up our spot under the shade tree, and started to fish. Of course my brother got the first hit; he always did. I think it's because he smelled closer to stink bait than anything you could buy in the store and the fish just sensed it, but he still bragged about it none the less. He wrestled with that fish for a while trying to get it up on the bank.
In the midst of the struggle, his line got tangled with mine. He started yelling at me to get my line out of the water. "Hurry up sis, you're gonna make me lose it!" He yelled. My 5-year-old mind was racing as fast as it could trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't very well reel it in.. it was a cane pole so I yanked it as hard as I could. My hook came flying out of that water so fast I didn't even know what was going on and caught a hold of my brothers right ear.
I being the good little sister tried to yank it out, but soon realized that the barb in on the hook wasn't going to allow that. Boy, my brother was mad at me. His face was all red and tears were streaming out of his eyes and he said, "Sis, cut the line." Then I grabbed his pole and the lunch pail and we started the 1/2 mile walk back up to the house.
When we got home I just knew he was going to get me in trouble, but he told momma that it was his fault to keep me out of trouble. I was pretty thankful for that, because any other story would have meant a pretty good beatin' for me.
I told him at least a million times I was sorry, and he said he forgave me. I can't lie though, sometimes I have to wonder. See next time we went fishing, I wore my favorite little green "jumper" and he managed to put a hole right through the front of it with his hook. Hmmmmm?
Back when I was young, I lived on a farm in Maysville, Oklahoma. Our house was about five miles from our nearest neighbor so we were stuck hanging out with each other whether we liked it or not.
There were some disadvantages to living so far from civilization, but there were also some really amazing advantages. We had the run of several acres of land dotted with some old barns and even some well stocked farm ponds.
Of course for a farm kid, fishing was a priority, and we were no exception. One summer day we loaded the our lunch pails with sandwhiches, grabbed our cane poles, and headed down to the "big" pond. The "big" pond was about 1/2 a mile from our back door. The big pond had some really nice catfish in it, and a great shade tree that we could sit under and watch our bobbers in the water.
After a few pit stops to do a little frog giggin' and crawfishin' in a couple of the smaller ponds for bait, we made it to the "big" pond. We set up our spot under the shade tree, and started to fish. Of course my brother got the first hit; he always did. I think it's because he smelled closer to stink bait than anything you could buy in the store and the fish just sensed it, but he still bragged about it none the less. He wrestled with that fish for a while trying to get it up on the bank.
In the midst of the struggle, his line got tangled with mine. He started yelling at me to get my line out of the water. "Hurry up sis, you're gonna make me lose it!" He yelled. My 5-year-old mind was racing as fast as it could trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't very well reel it in.. it was a cane pole so I yanked it as hard as I could. My hook came flying out of that water so fast I didn't even know what was going on and caught a hold of my brothers right ear.
I being the good little sister tried to yank it out, but soon realized that the barb in on the hook wasn't going to allow that. Boy, my brother was mad at me. His face was all red and tears were streaming out of his eyes and he said, "Sis, cut the line." Then I grabbed his pole and the lunch pail and we started the 1/2 mile walk back up to the house.
When we got home I just knew he was going to get me in trouble, but he told momma that it was his fault to keep me out of trouble. I was pretty thankful for that, because any other story would have meant a pretty good beatin' for me.
I told him at least a million times I was sorry, and he said he forgave me. I can't lie though, sometimes I have to wonder. See next time we went fishing, I wore my favorite little green "jumper" and he managed to put a hole right through the front of it with his hook. Hmmmmm?
Yay! I have my own blog!
Ok, I have finally set up my very own blog! Ya'll may be in trouble.. ya know how much I like to write.
:) Ms. Fogle
:) Ms. Fogle
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