The old expression is "knowledge is power" but in the reflections of my children "knowledge is confidence". Yesterday I took out for a run. I am an on again, off again runner. Lately, more off than on. Andrew decided to ride his bike alongside me while I ran, a new experience for us.
Maybe some of you are better runners than I, so carrying on a conversation with a 10 year old full of fourth grade knowledge was not my plan. But as I was informed, I should not have worn a black shirt because black causes you to be hotter. Biking is a great form of exercise because your legs move up and down. A groundhog and a beaver are kind of the same animal. And amazingly 20 minutes of other random thoughts (yes, I realize the paradox of that statement) and other questions of intrigue.
Not only was I exhausted from my near 3 mile run, but was extra winded from trying to engage in all things that Andrew wanted to share or wanted answers to. But this made me realize this that knowledge creates confidence in us. Some people fake this. You and I know those people who have an answer or a correction or comment or some other insight into every conversation they are a part of. But this was not that kind of confidence which is insecurity masked with knowledge. No, Andrew expressed an honest willingness to share what he knew.
All of us have knowledge or a level of expertise within us. What if we took this 10 year old approach to life? What if we just freely, willingly, sincerely wanted to share what was inside us? The six words that changed my life were spoken by Jesus "freely you have received, freely give". Maybe that is why I blog. Not because I am an expert, but simply the confidence to share what I know in hopes that makes someone else's life a little better. Go do it! Have the confidence to share some thought, knowledge, wisdom, insight, talent, gift or ability that has been put inside you. Go ahead give it away!
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Monday, May 16, 2011
Wells
On my great-grandmother's property was an old school water well, with the bucket on a rope and everything. I remember two things about that well. One we would threaten to push one another down it and two it smelled and tasted like blend of dirty sweat sock with hint of rotten eggs. Umm, deliteful!
But that well had a purpose. It was many years after they lived on that property that running water was put into the house. So that well supplied water for drinking (if you could stomach it), for washing clothes, dishes and faces of 6 children.
To me what is so interesting about a well is that it requires rain. Rain is what feeds the supply of water that sits at the bottom of that long hole in the earth. Those dark, ominous clouds hold the source of supply for that well.
Just this last weekend my three year old daughter sat on a blanket on a bleachers under an umbrella watching her two older brothers play baseball. Eventually both games would be postponed due to, you guessed it, rain. Rain was the spoiler of our great day at the ball park. So often we curse the rain. The rain wreaks havoc on our plans of fun in the sun.
Rain is often the describing word we use for when life is not going the way we want. "When it rains, it pours" to be precise is the words that often leave our mouths. But when it rains it supplies, it fills the well. So I have decided to dig a well in my life. Knowing that three things in life are for certain: death, taxes and eventually it will rain. I plan on taking life's rainy challenges, all it's falling precipitation and turning it into something useful.
According to the country song, "rain is a good thing." While Luke Bryan and I may agree our reasons vary greatly. Rain in our life is our opportunity to grow, to learn, to become something better and greater. Jesus said this "the rain falls on the righteous and the unrighteous." My plan is to dig a well and make something useful out of life's rain.
But that well had a purpose. It was many years after they lived on that property that running water was put into the house. So that well supplied water for drinking (if you could stomach it), for washing clothes, dishes and faces of 6 children.
To me what is so interesting about a well is that it requires rain. Rain is what feeds the supply of water that sits at the bottom of that long hole in the earth. Those dark, ominous clouds hold the source of supply for that well.
Just this last weekend my three year old daughter sat on a blanket on a bleachers under an umbrella watching her two older brothers play baseball. Eventually both games would be postponed due to, you guessed it, rain. Rain was the spoiler of our great day at the ball park. So often we curse the rain. The rain wreaks havoc on our plans of fun in the sun.
Rain is often the describing word we use for when life is not going the way we want. "When it rains, it pours" to be precise is the words that often leave our mouths. But when it rains it supplies, it fills the well. So I have decided to dig a well in my life. Knowing that three things in life are for certain: death, taxes and eventually it will rain. I plan on taking life's rainy challenges, all it's falling precipitation and turning it into something useful.
According to the country song, "rain is a good thing." While Luke Bryan and I may agree our reasons vary greatly. Rain in our life is our opportunity to grow, to learn, to become something better and greater. Jesus said this "the rain falls on the righteous and the unrighteous." My plan is to dig a well and make something useful out of life's rain.
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