156 Reasons to be Thankful

A friend, Tosha, emailed the following story. She has given me permission to share it with you:

Hey guys, Last Sunday, Sage was dragging her feet getting ready for church. I asked, ordered, begged, threatened, promised, and finally coerced her into getting ready. Her main complaint was that she had no socks to wear. So, on Monday during my lunch break, I walked to the store and bought a few new pairs for her. I suspected that her real complaint was that many of her socks were white rather than pretty. So I bought pretty socks for her. While I was walking back to the office, it occurred to me that I had done this errand more than once this school year. Where were all of those socks?

Last night I was going through Sage's room and I noticed that her sock drawer was full of stuff that did not belong there. I decided to clean the thing out with the hope that I could locate a few lost pairs. Sage & I dumped the drawer and started digging. When we finished, I counted the socks. I was shocked to find that she owns 78 pairs of socks. That is 156 socks!

I was thinking that, even though we hear about how bad the economy is, we are still wealthy. So wealthy that we do not even know how many socks we own. So wealthy that we buy more socks without even looking. I thank God that I do not have to worry that my kids might have to go hungry. They have food. They have clean water. They have socks: 156 of them! I still told Sage not to ask for another pair until college. Even then, I plan to check first.

Queen of the Sock Market Tosha

How do we as a society move ourselves and our children from a heart of entitlement to a heart of thankfulness? I struggle with this for my own children. I want them to be happy and meeting their needs is a step in that direction. But 'keeping up with the Jones' is a poor attitude. If only the line wasn't go gray. Do we need just two pairs of socks? Do we need 78 pairs of socks? What's the magic number in the middle that's sufficent for our needs but not overboard? So here's today's question.... what is an appropriate number of socks?

Up at 2am again!

After a 2 day sleep over with my daughter and friends here I am wanting to sleep but finding myself awake aaarrggg! I suffer from insomnia sometimes so against my better judgement,(you can get some scary thoughts at 2am) instead of sleep I thought I would blog! This last Sunday in the kids church, a teacher mentioned the saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me". He was talking about how un-true that statement is. words can hurt immensley. I think about girls who are anorexic because one person told them they are fat and they believed it. Then there's the kids who were teased mercilously and go on to commit suicide. The havoc wrecked on relationships by gossip. Even "good words" can hurt like public prayers that convey way too much information that doesn't need to be said. I had read somewhere that emails are misconstrued 60% of the time. The receiver understands the message in a way the emailer never intended. As many women do, I have struggled throughout the years with gossip. My husband works to curtail a sarcastic sense of humor that some people just don't get. Now my kids and their friends are dealing with the same issues. I was talking with my young son, for what seemed like the millionth time, about his talking back and sarcastic sense of humor (I wonder where he got that from? LOL). I thought about an object lesson we used in church and it really seemed to hit home with him. Think of a watchdog. What does a watchdog do when danger is near? He barks, he growls. What happens if we don't listen to his warning? We get hurt, in trouble ect. We have a warning watchdog inside us that lets us know when we shouldn't say or do something that is wrong. We just have to pause for a moment and listen before we speak. He really seemed to grasp that. I asked him to pray and ask God to help his dog to bark loudly and for him to be able to hear. He needs a Pitbull not a Poodle(thanks Gretchen for that). I think this could work the other way too. On Sunday the kids were asked to think of how God sees them when someone says a hurtful thing. Listen for the watchdog to guard your heart against these types of attacks. Know that the words said aren't the truth as the warning bark sounds out. Hopefully this lesson will stay with my son and with me! I hope I didn't ramble too badly. I have to take kids to school and start my new workout this morning Eeek! I guess I had better try to get a few hours sleep.