It’s been awhile since I posted anything, but it’s like I tell my friends, I write a lot. I just don’t show anybody. I called my blog “What I Have to Say” because I’ve always wondered why anyone would want to hear what I have to say? I have been wanting to write about this for awhile, but I’ve been reluctant, and some emotional healing had to occur first, but I’m ready. So here’s what I have to say now…
I’ve been “reading” some good articles and some not-so-good articles lately and I feel the time has come for me to publicly confess something. I’m a headline reader. I don’t actually (truthfully) “read” most articles. Brett will come home from work and he will ask if I heard about this or that, and I will have to admit to him, “Well…I…um…saw the headline!” Then I will ask, “So what happened?” And I rely on him for the details. What’s even more fun is when I ask him if he heard about this or that and if he says no, I’m up a creek. The headline is all I know, haha! Not everyone’s account is objective, especially in today’s world, so we have to be careful whose account we trust. Right now, honestly, I don’t trust anybody’s!
We are all so quick to formulate an opinion, and sadly, I sometimes form one based on a headline. A headline! No details, no facts, unless it says, “Man chews own foot off to get out of Congressional Sit-In.” That is probably factual. Haha. But still. We are so quick to say, “Why would Ivanka let her dad keep that orange hair?” Or “She paid $25,000 for THAT” Or on a more serious note, “What was that woman doing when her kid got into that gorilla enclosure?” We all have an answer, don’t we? Or at least most of us do anyway. We all know what we would have done. How we would have handled it. And even in some cases, maybe we are right. I mean $25,000 for a jacket? A hideous one at that?? Nope. I’ll buy a boat. I’ll go to Hawaii. Or Greece. And I won’t dye my hair orangutan orange. And if I do, it was accident.
Speaking of accidents, back in March, an accident occurred at my house involving one of our family dogs and my beautiful 4-year-old grandson, Grayson. We were all here, all outside. It was Good Friday, and we were about to hunt Easter eggs. Don’t worry. That’s all the details you’re getting. The only facts I will disclose. Just a headline. It entered my mind many times that people might wonder, “What was she doing that she let that dog bite her grandson?” Normally, worrying about what others think would drive me into sheer panic attacks. Isn’t it sad that in our world today, social media has created such monsters out of us? That our first instinct is to want the details so we can form an opinion. Or when anything happens in our lives that doesn’t portray the often “perfect” life we put out there for all to see, we are quick to feel ashamed or judged? In all fairness, many true friends know the details. But some were rubber-necking. And I could tell the difference.
And quite possibly for the first time in my entire life, I truly did not give one fat, fuzzy pickle about what anyone thought. I cared about my grandson getting better, and not hurting. I cared about 1 million and 1 other things, but that would disclose too many details, and I won’t go there.
But that’s what we want, isn’t it? Details. So we can form an opinion. Maybe that’s why I am a headline reader. I don’t want to form an opinion? (Yeah, right.) Ignorance is bliss? I don’t wanna know? I have bigger fish to fry? I say we all be more careful about what we do read. Read happy. Read positive. Read funny. Read the Bible! The world is heavy enough right now, at least for me, and the one and only infallible truth out there is the Word of God. So I’ll stick to the headlines in the world, and try not to be of the world. It may not help you, but it does me. I’ve just felt personally touched by all the judgment, shaming, name-calling, and blah blah blah that I’ve been reading lately. Maybe because of G’s accident, my hackles are up. It’s fresh. And I wanted to say it’s making me sad.
So here’s your happy: My 3-tots enjoy swimming in our pool. We do it a lot. Every time G gets tired (after about 2 hours of swimming) he gets out of the pool, wraps himself in his Ninja Turtle hooded towel, puts on his Spiderman shoes, and tells me, “I’m done swimming. My tummy is woggling.” (He is hungry) So in we marched one day last week, and he pulled his swimsuit off, not two steps inside the back door, and I noticed his pearly white little booty cheeks (is there anything cuter?) I said, “G, you’re getting so brown!” He popped those blue/green eyes at me in utter disbelief and said, “I’m changing COLORS???” I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t breathe. Partly because I was laughing, but also because he takes my breath away…
Life has certainly taken some ridiculous, unexpected, not-great turns lately, since November really, for me and for so many of my family members. It seems everywhere I turn, sadness looms. So many headlines tell me immediately, “Don’t read this, it’ll depress the daylights outta ya.” Why on earth would I want to read it? I learned while G was recovering to focus on the good. God had his hand in so many details of Grayson’s protection and healing, and that’s what we focused on. I believe we ought to focus on those things, especially in times of trials, but why not also during every-day mundane, nothin’-special days (which I need more of, if anybody is listening)? So much of what we stay in a tiz about is not true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, or praise-worthy. The Bible tells us in Philippians 4:8 that we should think on these things. Why, oh, why wouldn’t we?