This summer saw an end of an era and the beginning of a new one. After sending kids to public school for twenty three years it’s time to find something else to do with my fall. My baby birdie has graduated from high school and it is a strange feeling not spending a small fortune on supplies. Although now that small fortune goes to college bills, food and gas.
I remember thinking when she was born, how old I would be when she graduated from high school. And now here I am beyond middle age(if I live to be my grandparents age, I’m already past middle age)!!! As I’ve thought about the adventure that awaits, I truly thought I had arrived in the ‘wisdom’ department. Hey, I’ve survived raising four kids, four moves from Iowa to Kansas to Indiana to New York, times 2, and navigating the life of a ministry wife, which I love by the way.
This summer I was
searching the scriptures tearing the Bible apart to understand what it means to be wise. James 3 didn’t disappoint.
It’s not so much what we say that makes us wise, but how we live. Digging deeper into the book of James I found what I was looking for; what it means to be wise. I want to be a woman who fears the Lord, a woman who builds a lovely home; not Sir Fool who comes along and tears it down brick by brick. (Proverbs 14:1, The Message)
Wisdom from above=
- open to reason
- full of mercy and good fruits
- Am I gentle and reasonable?
- Does my life overflow with mercy and blessings?
- Can I do the hard work of getting along with others?
- Can I treat everyone I meet with dignity and honor?
These are all questions I’m asking as I pursue godly wisdom, making sure I don’t put a tomato in fruit salad. By the time this posts I will be flying across the U.S. to eat ravioli with my granddaughter..and visit her parents. And then off to Iowa in October to celebrate my nephew’s wedding. I think I like this new fall schedule.