Thursday, March 24, 2011

Da Bomb

We had a bomb drop at our house last night.

Our middle child learned the "F" word from the neighbors grandkids.

Up until now the "F" word at our house has been fart-also not to be spoken.

But, not now. Now we had to talk about words and what we do and don't say and why.

This isn't a rant about the neighbor kids, who are J's age.
Or J, who dropped the bomb on the school playground. Oh, yes the Christian school playground.

Or about how hard parenting can be. Parenting is. Parenting NOT for the weak willed.

What has been coming back to me over and over again is how the world takes something beautiful and turns into trash.

What God created as a beautiful expression of love between a husband and wife, the world turned into something vulgar and disrespectful.
Same with the middle finger. I remember going to my own mother and asking her what the 'bad finger' was-when she asked me where I'd heard about a bad finger, I told her on the playground at school. Stinking playground!
What she told me has always stuck with me-God did not create a bad finger, people gave it a bad meaning.

In the world, but not of it. .. such a difficult balancing act. I fail at it so miserable sometimes-often times.

Rubbing off on The World, instead of the other way around.

Instead of ducking for cover when bombs are thrown at us, to throw a few of our own.
Some of Peace, Joy, Thanksgiving, Love.
All things The World is sadly missing.

Taking back what has been degraded and disrespected and trampled on and claim it back for what it was intended.
Like Momma said, so long ago-God didn't make anything bad-people did that!


Hillbilly Handiworks said...

It is a shame, isn't it? And some might use an argument that they learn too much from other kids at school and that it is better to homeschool. Well, then they just learn it from church kids. We can't shelter them from this forever. Just teach them.
And retaliate in things of God!

Angie said...

I was so sad at first.
His little mind already under attack. Not that it hasn't been since he drew his first breath. . just, ya know?

But, my resolve not to go and break down the neighbors door and yell REALLY?? But, instead to throw back a few bombs of my own-I pray it prays off and they'll see Jesus in our family and me.

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