Alternick and Accountability

I've been entertaining the thought of creating an alternick just to give a troll a dose of her own medicine. If you're following me on Twitter, then you know exactly what I mean. But really, what good does an alternick do? I'd be stooping down to the level of a wolf in sheep's clothing! And that doesn't make me any different from my detractor.

Besides, we are accountable for what we say or write (and think!), even when we choose to do so using another name or account. Or blog! God sees what man cannot. You may be doing something hidden from the rest of humanity, but God sees your every move and knows your every thought. I'm not gonna be a hypocrite by saying the thought never crossed my mind. In fact, my brother and I were discussing this issue before Holy Week when the heat was in full flame. And truth be told, he was ready to take on front line for me. But see, what good will it do? At the end of the day, it doesn't make you any more of a winner.

The Bible says... "the man who holds his tongue is wise" I think I shall take the higher road, thank you.

"Even fools are thought wise when they keep silent;
with their mouths shut, they seem intelligent." (Proverbs 17:28)

Photo Credit: gannsdeen.com who got it from brandonhays.com.

W for White Hair and Wisdom

I stand in front of our living room mirror each day, checking out each strand of white hair poking through all the black ones and think, I am getting old. Two years ago, I would have thought I was lucky to be looking so young in spite of all the stress I've had to go through with my marriage. But now, I stare back at my reflection and sigh. This isn't me, I need a makeover. And my eldest daughter agrees, "Let's get you a whole new wardrobe. I'll choose your clothes," she says, "We'll use Ama's credit card."

Who says white hair were wisdom strands? I check out each one I've plucked and think to myself, "well, that's one more brain cell dead, rest in peace."

See, in my family, we've had history of Alzheimer's. I remember stories about my maternal grandmother washing herself over and over again because she's forgotten if she's done soaping herself. And it scares me. It freaks me out. And I make mental note after mental note, just so I remind myself to never forget. It has its downside though, especially when it comes to wanting to forget painful matters of the heart.

Forgiveness is a complicated matter. After reading an old post on forgiveness and remembering how forgiveness entails giving the other person a clean slate - forgetting the wrongs, I have once again been convicted (ouch!). You forgive AND forget. Not historical. Like it never happened.

Such simple words for something so difficult to do.

Ah yes, white hair. It is for every problem I've ever dealt with the wrong way. It may be genetic but true beauty emanates from within and dominates the outward appearance.

The joy of the Lord is our strength. It is by His Grace that we are made beautiful. My prayer today is that I learn to deal with each pothole in my life the way God wants me to deal with it -- overlook and overcome the pain by letting His grace overwhelm.