If Silence is Golden

Then I must be gold.
Or something. *eye roll*

Or maybe the silence is evidence that the skid marks on my tongue are not in vain.
That's probably closer to the truth. It's that old adage "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." All I've wanted to do is either rant or whine, and neither one is good so I've kept silent.

Do you ever have times like that?

I could easily head to Arizona for a long vacation, but running away from things doesn't cure them. (Believe me, I've tried.) So here I am, muddling through the joys of (older) teens in the house. Some days I'd like to shake a couple of them and ask who they are and what they've done with my child. Other days I think I'll just be mute until they're ready to do more than be a bobble-head and disregard what I said as soon as they're out of sight, and then wonder why I'm a raving lunatic sometimes.

Devotionals from our ordinary lives.

Ah. Such sweet moments in parenthood.


But to be painfully honest with you, those crazy kids come by it honestly. How many times have I done something similar to God? How many times have I been a bobble-head only to walk away and completely disregard what I read in His Word or His whisper in my spirit? Far more times than my children have bobble-headed me.
But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man will be blessed in what he does. ~James 1:22-25 NAS

Let's be doers of God's Word, 
not just bobble heads.

And if you'd like to join me At the Well, I'm posting there today about what love and motivation have to do with each other. :-) It's another reminder that I desperately needed this week: The Missing Ingredient.


  1. Anonymous7:18 PM

    I can relate to the skid marks on my tongue.
    You always stick in a good lesson. I ought to hang around you more. Smile.

  2. They do eventually grow up and move on and then you're left thinking, "Where did everyone go?" and you'll miss the craziness. Really.

    And one day they will come to you and complain about their own kids and you can bobble-head them and laugh gleefully inside while thinking, PAYBACK:)

    Nice post, Peej.

  3. Love the "bobble head" idea. And we ALLL do that. Love you.

  4. I love your "skid marks on the tongue." :) Great message here, Peejie!

    And I REALLY think you should head to Arizona for a vacation!! (please!) :)

  5. or...you could come to Maine!

    Hang in there, Peej! They're listening, even if they don't seem to be. They want the rules, even if they won't admit it. Enjoy these years, too. It won't be long til they're grown and you'll miss them.


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