My Walk

                                     Photo by Jill Nobles

Today I was thinking about life. I was thinking about the ups and downs, the stages in life, the people we know, the ones that come and going and the ones that come and staying (who by the way are very few).

These couple weeks ago, I’ve watched two awesome movies that led me to reflect on some things. I’ve watched the "Machine Gun Preacher", which addresses the true story of a former drug dealer who receives a calling that changes the whole story of his life. Once he was a former dealer who became a rescuer for orphans in Sudan. Excellent movie!

It made me think of how many times I think I have "big problems". It made me think that "small problems" are easier to solve than what I have imagine. It made me stop and think about how is my walk. Unfortunately, as a terrible sinner, It made me desire to walk another walk. A walk that today is not mine. And I do not know if it will be in the future. Then I woke up and saw that the movie was kind of an open eye and an inspiration to someone's life. I can have it as a reference, but I do not want to live that walk.

The other film, "The Joneses", tells the story of a false perfect family. A family that is envied by others. What happens then is that others always end up wanting to keep up appearances only because of this false perfect family. This is another problem. When I start to greatly want the life of another, or what the other has, it becomes an immense weight in my life. Until you get a frustration moment at not being the other, or not to have something that he / she has.

When I don’t walk my walk, my life turns into a twisted reflection of myself. I can even walk with my neighbor for a while, or have someone with me in my walk. But I cannot make it a constant thing.  The only constant is that I must walk with Jesus. I want to walk my walk and be extremely happy with it.

Each one of us has his/her walk and most importantly is for you to walk your walk and not the other one.

Be content with your pleasing walk!

The poop (matters) Mater

If you can’t stand those nasty histories about kids please DON’T read this post. If you do read it, I’ve already said it’s disgusting.

Once upon a time …

We gave our first born this AMAZING Mater car from the movie “Cars”, which had the original paint from when he wasn’t that rusty brown old Mater.  He was very excited about the car and played with him a lot.  This was a very difficult car to be found. When we saw him, we bought it.

For some reason, that I don’t even remember anymore, our young Mater accidentally fell off in the “clean” toilet.  He spent 2 seconds there. Two seconds!

I took him instantly from that “clean” toilet. I washed and sterilized that car forever. I really wanted to buy another one, but I could not found it anymore. So anyway, we kept that little thing.

Of course my son saw everything. The fall, cleaning, and decontamination.  For a less than 2 years old that was such and impacting moment that he only remembered “the poop” or “the poop Mater”.

I hid that car for a while because he refused to play with the car again. If you know my son and get to spend sometime with him, you’ll notice how impeccable neat he is. 

Anyway, I hid that car and every time I would put the car out to play, he would look at that car and said: “Mommy that is the poop Mater”.  (There was no poop in that anyway, but that was how he called it)

So after a long time hidden somewhere, he appeared out of the hidden toy boxes once again. However, this time my son took him out of the box.

Still calling him “The poop Mater” and in his little and very smart mind he saw a tiny piece of poop in there (which of course THERE WHERE ANY poop in there). 

I might take him to the store again to try to find another Mater, so he’ll get this traumatized episode off of his little and pure mind.  I am not sure though if he'll continue to associate the new car to the terrible accident.

I guess in the end the poop matters after all.