Real men don't cry?

Really,
       Real men don't cry? Who said? The little red car isn't running right. I am watching a savings account slowly dwindle due to shortened work hours. Things are happening at work that aren't exactly assuring. (I won't detail them here.) It is fall and most of the projects I wanted to do this summer are left undone. A leaking roof, a room that needs cleaned out, some pipes  that need re-plumbing, lots of shelves to  be built, and did I mention a propane tank that needs filled? Now that I sit here and list a few of these it doesn't seem like much to cry about really, but I don't feel any better. Maybe it is because every now and then men have to cry. Then they will dig deep  find out why they are here and what is important. I came home from work today on the verge of tears. I don't why either, I don't think my job is that stressful. Anyway, this too shall pass. I have a wonderful wife, a healthy baby, and a loving church family. Now that is worth crying about, happy tears that is. You know, now that I think about it, there are men I know that I respect very much, and they cry too. Even Jesus cried. So it must be OK.
        Anyway, I think I will be OK in the end. This is life. So I guess I have to square my shoulders and face it like a man. Tears or no tears. (It could be the weather too, who knows.)

 That is all. I will quit complaining now. God is good and so are tears. 

P.S.   There are real reasons to cry though and those reasons have to do with eternal souls. Some one you love throws it away, broken homes, and so on.

Since We've Been Talking Motherhood...

     My baby is a year old. That's hard to believe. He trots all over the house. And investigates everything. I feel like all I do is say "No" all day long. Children definitely do not "get it", after only one or two times. It's line upon line, precept upon precept, for years on end I suppose. The whole parenting thing does not get easier with time, that's for sure.  By the time I get done raising my kids I can give the pat answer to anyone that asks me child training questions, "I don't know how I did it. There but for the Grace of God go I..."  And I am glad for the older women in my life that don't have answers, but they do understand and say, "Yes, I remember that stage." And my MIL told me once," It's good to at least start with ideals, they might not work, but at least you had them to start with." And in lots of ways, I have the easy stage now. No worries about potty training. Nor about schooling. Or running out to the road. Or what they are listening to, or viewing online. Or who their friends are. Or if they are following Christ. I just have to make sure Benny has food, clothing, and plenty of hugs and kisses. But,  every other stage of parenting has it's blessings as well.  In the end, all that matters is that they grow up to love and serve Jesus.
    

For All You Homemakers Out There...

I found this website the other day. There are lots of neat interior decorating ideas, they won't break the bank, and they aren't hard to do.  I've found about half a dozen different ideas I'm going to try sometime.


Someday soon I'll write a real post, I promise....