Tuesday, May 8


I have a jumble of thoughts tonight, so I will just share a little on each of them.

Empty Nest

The baby birds are gone now. It is amazing how quickly they grew up. I'm so glad I'm not a mother bird. I don't think I could handle an empty nest after only three weeks of motherhood.

MOPS Year End

Tonight K and I went to the end of the year banquet for our MOPS group. Our Council Coordinator spoke about the book What Every Mom Needs. She did an excellent job. K gave me the book last year, but I've have never read it. After hearing the CC talk, I think I'll take a look at it. It has some good stuff in it.

Oh, I won a $15 Target gift card. I also received a small potted plant and a $20 AMC gift card as a thank you for being a table leader.


I must make a confession now. I think confessing in such a public manner will force me to deal with this little problem. I've resolved to do better, but I need the accountability afforded by admitting it to everyone who runs across my blog.

The problem? My potty mouth. My kids don't usually hear me cuss. However, I have been know to drop a rare F-bomb in the company of adults that really know me well. It infuriates Yardboy to hear me use the F word. He is used to hearing me use other four letter words, although he doesn't use them himself.

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14 (King James Version)

All of my words need to glorify God, even when I am upset, angry, passionate, trying to be funny... I need to find a better, healthier, cleaner way to express myself.

I really want to delete what I just typed. I don't want to be held accountable for my tongue, but I know that I need to stop using foul language!

I can hear my dad's southern drawl, "You just had something in your mouth that I don't even want on the bottom of my shoe."


Drason said...

Your dad is great.
You're pretty amazing yourself, too. I don't know many people that would make a confession publicly to make themselves accountable to improve something in their life. Let me be the first to say that I don't judge you. Remember: "There is therefore now NO CONDEMNATION. . ." Conviction is God's gift to help us improve our witness, courage is His gift to see it through, and valor is His gift that allowed you to make yourself accountable. I think you may see yourself the way that Gideon saw himself, but I thing God sees you the way He saw Gideon too. "Greetings thou Woman of valor."

Curly Mommy said...

Wow. Thanks Drason.
BTW, I haven't used any off-limits words today. :)

cheri said...

I'm impressed with your bravery and vulnerability too.

Here's my confession: I have a very stubborn and independent streak. Kinda like a two year old: "I'll do it myself!" Not very attractive at all.

I'll be praying for you!

Cheri (who is feeling bad about her trash talk blog)

Layla (aka Barbara) said...

wow, i like your dad. AND i can totally relate to the whole f-bomb thing! I am so ashamed that I act like its no big deal to say it, my son and his friends use it as if its just a normal word.

I will join you, ok? And try my hardest to not say it.

I can't believe the baby birds are gone already!!!

Crickey said...

Last night our ladies' group talked about carnal Christianity and God's call to holiness for us. It sounds like you're hearing the same message.

Layla (aka Barbara) said...

Happy Mother's Day, Curly! You are a wonderful Mommy and your children are blessed to have you!