“She shouldn’t have done that.” “How could she think that?” “I can’t believe she actually went there!” “I would never do that…”
Sound familiar? Anyone ever whispered phrases like that in your ear? Or, have you ever muttered them under your breath?
I’ve heard that kind of stuff and said that junk and thought it too! When it comes to being judgmental, I admit, I have blown it!
Our body language tells our secrets even when we think we’ve got them all under wraps! For example, body language experts say that when women feel shame, they may become small in posture by slouching or turning away. They may avert their eyes, kind of like a baby covering her own eyes and imagining she’s hiding. The experts describe the body language of shame as an attempt to be invisible or an effort to hide.
Wishing she was invisible? Longing to hide? That has to be exactly how the woman who had been caught in adultery felt when she stood before Jesus.
I discovered last night that according to a certain blogger, I am an apostate. When I first read the headline of the blog, I was alarmed, and then I had to google “apostate” to make sure I knew exactly what I was being accused of!
I answered the phone one Friday in May, just six days before school was out, and heard my tenth grade son’s history teacher say,
“Mrs. Rothschild.” (It’s never a good sign when a phone call begins with Mrs.) “Your son, Clayton, has a 69 in my class. He’s so bright and I know he can do better… I thought you could encourage him.”
Oh, yes. I was ready to “encourage” him!
I was upset, panicked, and feeling guilty that I hadn’t been more alert. I was a mixed up mess of emotions.
The first words from a first born baby are just the best, aren’t they?
Our first child’s first word was… wait for it… wait for it… ball!
Yep, not original, but, girl, I wrote it down in the baby book, called my mom and was so excited I could have started a blog dedicated to his brilliance.
Then, he added words, but only a few. He called my husband “Dadda” and he could also say “up” when he wanted out of his crib.
You messed up today? Good! Me too! Too often those slips up and “wish-I-didn’t-do-that” moments can send us down a spiral of thinking that makes us wonder if we’re enough. Am I cute enough? Am I thin enough? Am I successful enough? It’s all in a quest to know if I’m… enough.
Those questions are way too familiar to me. How about you? I have too much pride to ask them out loud, but believe me… I ask them silently to myself all the time.
Why is that?
