24 DECEMBER 2014


Today, December 24, 2014, I was on my way to Walmart to finalize some last minute Christmas shopping. Earlier in the week I made a promise to the Lord that I would strive diligently to live more worthy of His example. I wanted this to be my gift to Him, not knowing that I would quickly learn how perfectly He answers prayers.

As I entered the parking lot, I noticed three police officers on bicycles who had stopped to talk to each other. I thought about the two police officers who had been shot, point blank, this past week and I struggled to keep it all in.  I couldn’t begin to imagine what their families must be going through and my guts churned with grinding emotions. I wondered how many mornings they’d kissed their loved ones goodbye with a fear of what they might encounter throughout the day.

I thought of my life, a life that had never been in danger or fear, a life protected by others who were willing to do what I was not; good men and women who put their lives in peril to protect me and my own. I stepped out of the car and walked toward the three men. One of the officers looked at me and said, “Ma’am?”  My heart was pounding. (I live in a very tight knit community, but in the last few years I’ve watched the dark elements seeping through the cracks and crevasses of this quaint little town.)  

I offered in gratitude. “I want to thank you for the hours of service you’ve given to keep our community safe.  I imagine many times that you have stepped into the line of fire without thinking about your own safety. Thank you for all you’ve done, each one of you. Merry Christmas and know that many people will sleep well tonight because you’re doing your jobs.” One of the officers responded, “Thank you Ma’am and Merry Christmas to you!”  
I entered the store and began browsing through the isles when I overheard an older gentlemen ask the clerk if they had any artificial poinsettias.  He said he’d been several places and couldn’t find them anywhere. (I had a tender feeling he wanted to place them on a grave.) When the clerk told him they didn’t have any, I watched his shoulders droop in disappointment, then he thanked the clerk cordially and walked away. I rounded the corner of the next isle and right before me were several rows of plastic poinsettias. I turned around to tell the gentleman, but he’d already disappeared into the crowded isles. 

‘How could I find him!’ I thought to myself.  I wasn’t even sure I remembered what he looked like for it had all happened so fast, but I was determined.  I went up and down each isle staring at unfamiliar faces and just when I was about to give up, I saw him coming down the row directly in front of me. 

“I have been looking for you.” I said with excitement. “I found the poinsettias you were asking about, do you still want them?”  

“Yes, I do.” He responded and he followed me to the other side of the store.

“I hoped I would find you -- I am so glad you didn’t leave.” 

Then he told me something that I was not prepared to hear. 

“They’re for my son’s grave.” His voice crackled with a string of painful words that lodged in his throat.  Sharp, jagged words that tore open the still tender scars in my heart.  I knew too well of the pain and sorrow of untimely death, for not long ago my son had lost his son; a level of  pain that cannot be extinguished. 

He continued. “He was just 28 years old, with a wife and child; a strapping 230 pound football player; the picture of health and strength... but he was gone in an instant.” 

I stopped to listen and then offered what seemed to be too small and insignificant, but it was all I had.  “I am so sorry, I know how deep those wounds are and I feel your pain.  My heart goes out to you...would you share with me what happened?”  

“He died from colon cancer, can you imagine, he was so young.”  He paused for a moment and then continued, seemingly out of breath. “It never gets any easier, it’s been 17 years and it still feels like yesterday.” His eyes glassed over and his sorrow was still clearly visible.  

“I am sad to hear of your loss.”  I began to move my cart forward as he followed close behind. I lead him around the corner to the poinsettias and he seemed delighted. “Thank you so much, I’m really grateful, it’s nice to know people care.”   
“You’re so welcome, I do care and I will keep you in my prayers.”  

I turned my shopping cart in the opposite direction to leave, when I heard the still small voice of the Lord whispering to me.,“That’s not enough.”  

At that very moment, I turned back and wrapped my arms around this sweet man. 

“I care, I care very much and I know the weight of your burden --  I want you to know you’re not alone.” 

I could feel his chest heaving with emotion and I didn't let go until I was certain he felt my love for him.  “Merry Christmas my friend!”  I said. "And may God bless you."

I left the store with a deeper understanding of the power of God’s love and how it manifests itself through one of His most powerful commandments to "love one another.”  

(Merry Christmas, Tristin, may God be with you until we meet again! I will love you forever my dear one and that is a very, very long time! Grandma)

THE HEART OF CHRISTMAS


SEIZE THE MOMENT


"How much do we notice as we go through a day," was asked of Lisa Beamer on Good Morning America.  If you remember, she's the wife of Todd Beamer who said "Let's Roll!' and helped take down the plane over Pennsylvania that was heading for Washington, DC back on 9/11. 
  
She said it's the little things that she misses most about Todd, such as hearing the garage door open as he came home and her children running to meet him. 
     
Lisa recalled this story: "I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students." 

As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down. With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, 'Class is over, I would like to share with all of you a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important. Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is God's way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day.’ Her eyes, beginning to water, she continued, 'so I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see, it could be a scent of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. Please look for these things and cherish them, for although it may sound trite to some, these things are the "stuff" of life; the little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted.’

When she finished talking, the class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us and I try to appreciate all of those things that are sometimes overlooked. 

Today take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour. Go barefoot or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret...its the things we didn't do that could have made all the difference in the world. 

THESE ARE THE THINGS I'M THANKFUL FOR


What I’m thankful for isn’t on a list. 
It only in my heart exists.

And time has helped me understand 
the things I can’t hold in my hand.

For those who came before my turn, 
from whom I gathered lessons learned.

Help light the path that lies ahead, 
I see each time I bow my head.

I am thankful for the Lord above.
His blessings of eternal love.

And a promise kept that there’s something more...
These are the things I’m thankful for.


YES, I WAS DRUGGED AS A CHILD



The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question,

"Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up? "

I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think.

They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place. (AUTHOR UNKNOWN)

WHO'S LEADING WHO?


We should never allow ourselves to believe that the Lord just accepts us as we are, that was never a part of the program. He has always asked us to change, to repent, to get better, and to overcome the things that cause us to sin. When we stop aligning our will with Heavenly Father, thinking that He will align His will with us, that's when we have lost our way. For we are not the appointed counsel to Father in Heaven, He is ours.

19 OF 21 CIVILIZATIONS HAVE FALLEN

An ominous warning was voiced by Laurence M. Gould, former president of Carleton College: 

"I do not believe the greatest threat to our future is from bombs or guided missiles. I don’t think our civilization will die that way. I think it will die when we no longer care."

Arnold Toynbee, a British economic historian, has pointed out that 19 of 21 civilizations have died from within and not by conquest from without. There were no bands playing and flags waving when these civilizations decayed. It happened slowly, in the quiet and the dark when no one was aware; people become apathetic, ignoring the truth, as the slow evil of decay surrounds them.

A lie doesn't become a truth, a wrong doesn't become a right and a evil doesn't become good, just because it's accepted by a majority. 

THE DEFINING RESULTS OF A GOOD LIFE


I remember clearly the deaths of three men. One was the richest man of the century, who, having clawed his way to wealth through the souls and bodies of men, spent many years trying to buy back the love he had forfeited and by that process performed great service to the world and, perhaps, had much more than balanced the evils of his rise. I was on a ship when he died. The news was posted on the bulletin board, and nearly everyone received the news with pleasure. Several said, "Thank God that son of a b.... is dead."
      There was a man, smart as Satan, who, lacking some perception of human dignity and knowing all too well every aspect of human weakness and wickedness, used his special knowledge to warp men, to buy men, to bribe and threaten and seduce until he found himself in a position of great power. He clothed his motives in the name of virtue, and I have wondered whether he knew that no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love. A bribed man can only hate his briber. When this man died the nation rang with praise and, just beneath, with gladness that he was dead.
      There was a third man, who perhaps made many errors in performance, but whose effective life was devoted to making men brave and dignified and good in a time when they were poor and frightened and when ugly forces were loose in the world to utilize those fears. This man was hated by the few. When he died the people burst into tears in the streets and their minds wailed, "What can we do now? How can we go on without him?"
      In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.
"Which man are you?" 
My favorite words from John Steinbeck's, East of Eden

THANKS TO MY CHILDREN

Today is Mother's Day and I want to take time to thank my children for making life so sweet. My children are my best friends and there's no one I'd rather spend time with than family. So, here's to the ones that made the difference in my life!

Thank you for your love and kindness, especially your examples of genuine care and concern for others.  Many times I have witnessed your willingness to assist strangers in need, without judgement or conditions; you inspire me with your generosity and I hope to grow up to be just like all of you!

Thanks for the "goofy sense of humor and practical jokes" that you have kept in perpetual motion!  I have enjoyed a lifetime of laughter and there's never a dull moment when we're together. The hilarious skits and talents you have shared over the years has given me a lifetime of cherished memories! My favorite is when each one of you kept changing the screen saver on my phone to your goofy selfies and writing across the screen, "MOM LOVES ME BEST!" I never knew who's picture would pop up next.  How in the world you got my phone without me knowing is still a mystery and yes you are right, I ALWAYS loved you best!

Thanks for the great food and believe it or not, the boys can out cook the girls. Sorry girls, but it's true. Your brothers bring it on every time.  Not that you aren't great cooks, cause you are, but they seem to be fearless!

Thanks for being wonderful parents and for teaching your children honesty and self respect. I guess all those times you were grounded and had to work your way out of the "dog house" has taught you the value and importance of choice and accountability.  Sweeeeeeet and passing it on to the second generation, no less!

Thanks for supporting a strong work ethic and for not being afraid to apply yourselves. You've always stood head and shoulders above mediocre and if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, "Quitters never win and winners never quit." Thanks for pushing yourselves; the picture of success is always much clearer at the top.

Thanks for calling and texting me everyday! There is nothing better for a mother than to get a messages from her child that says, "Where the heck are you??? I am trying to get ahold of you and you're not answering your phone, I am worried! Contact me right away."  Ha, I am just getting back at you for all those teenage years when I said the same things to you!

I laugh every time I think that during high school, some of you spent months plotting to get out of the house... and the rest of your lives trying to get back in!!! Guess I got the last laugh on that one!

I don't have words to express how much I love each one of you and I wouldn't change a thing. When you were younger, the tears in life built strength and wisdom, the struggles brought about loyalty and devotion, and the laughter just made it all worth it! Thanks again for the best run of my life!   I love each of you with all my heart.  Hugs and kisses, Mom

P.S. The best gifts you ever gave me were the grandchildren.  Couldn't be more proud of them!




 

EVERY LITTLE THING MATTERS

 Kindness is the universal language that brings us all together, and regardless of our nationality or language, everyone can feel its power. Kindness is about showing up in the live's of others for the greater good, and expecting nothing in return. A study by Rowland and Curry in 2019 found that people who performed acts of kings for seven days experienced greater happiness, and it created a tremendous ripple effect that inspired others to act the same. Showing kindness also increases gratitude; one small tree can produce a million match sticks providing light and warmth to many. 

A kind environment is the foundation for peace and harmony in the home and workplace. Kindness is intentional and it's created
                                                                    out of self-love, self-respect and self-esteem. Love and kindness 
                                                                    are two gifts that only increase in value when they are given 
                                                                    away.

Every creation in life has meaning and purpose. When climbing the ladder of success, we will pass by many people on the way up, but we will also pass those same people on the way down. Be kind and good to those around you, and you will find an abundance of love and kindness in return. No act of kindness, no matter how small is ever wasted, and the sweet secret of life is, "all that is worth doing, is that which we do for others." 

Kindness also accompanies gratitude. There is nothing more valued and respected than a heart filled with gratitude. Gratitude is a powerful virtue that can change darkness into light. Remember the Bees: Be good, Be kind, Be loving, Be humble and Be grateful, and you will always be BE-UTI-FUL.   Linda Sumner Urza, onefineday11.blogspot.com

TAKE 2 OF THESE & CALL ME IN THE MORNING


There seems to be a drug available today for every ailment imaginable, but maybe taking more medication is not always the answer. The dangerous side effects from drugs can often outweigh the consequence of the illness. Have you read any of the warning labels on prescription drugs lately?  Only a science fiction thriller could create a scenario more frightening than the effects these drugs have on the human body. 

Drug companies are constantly working to promote more drugs.  That's why they're in business, they only see dollar signs $$$, but are drugs the only solution?  There's detailed health information available at our finger tips on the internet. Do the home work!

We are constantly being bombarded by the media with drug "cure alls" and the commercials on depression and anxiety are relentless. I get depressed just watching them.  When I was a child, people were too busy for despair. We had chores, school, paper routes, band practice, and homework. Each family member carried their load and worked hard to make life better. We actually engaged in "a real life" because our parents taught us that the future of this country depended upon our success. 

I am not saying that all medications are bad, but I think it’s imperative to understand the side effects they induce, which in many cases are far worse than the illness.  
My how things have changed! I remember four things I worried about as a child: a stomach ache, the common cold, a sore throat and getting bit by Mrs. Greenstreet’s snotty nosed, rat haired dog!  The only time we were taken to the doctor was for a gapping flesh wound or when someone stopped breathing, and occasionally someone stopped breathing when they realized they had a gapping flesh wound.  
Mother's were creative and used band aides, ginger ale, cod liver oil, heating pads, ice packs and ace bandages.  The statistics for my generation rebounding without medical attention was greater than those who succumbed to a doctor's care (which meant, less people relied on a doctor and without incident).

Very few people went to the dentist. As a matter of fact, there was only one in the entire city and that was Doc Labine, who also doubled as the sports announcer.  Loose teeth were pulled by an older brother who tied a piece of string to the door knob and then slammed it with a certain amount of pleasure.  Occasionally a pair of pliers was used for a stubborn molar.  My mother used hot salt water to soak and cleanse our wounds, including a few drops to treat eye infections or clearing a stuffy nose.  A trip to the doctor was very rare and it had to be absolutely necessary; the fee was usually around $10.00. Today, with the high cost of health care, the only doctors we can afford to see are the ones on TV.   

I have listed a few random side effects from the most common drugs on the market today.  Secure yourself, its not a pretty picture. Inflammation of the stomach, loss of sight, temporary loss of breathing, insomnia, diarrhea, pain in extremities, difficulty swallowing, ulcerated stomach or esophagus, trouble concentrating, loss of memory and dry mouth.  Take a deep breath, it gets worse.  Swollen tongue, kidney problemsliver problems, trouble emptying your bladder, chest pain, seizure, muscle weaknessswollen glands, confusion, excessive bleeding or bruising and the worst imaginable side effect ever is that of anal seepage.  WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, stop right there!  Anal seepage?  No thank you!

There are three drugs that increase the warnings listed above. They were treatments for arthritis, psoriasis, and a virus vaccine for children. Nothing too serious, right?  Hummmm, I don’t know about you, but I'll take all three conditions at the SAME TIME, before I want to experience any of these side effect. For me, its a no brainer!

Here are some simple remedies for the most common complaints:  
Insomnia: If you can’t sleep at night, maybe 5 cups of coffee and 6 caffeine drinks a day are not the best options for you, try switching to a sip of common sense.  Maybe you could ask your spouse to explain their job responsibilities, you’ll find yourself asleep in no time. Another recommendation is to read the scriptures, you'll drift into a peaceful slumber and be blessed for having done so. 

Stiffness and joint pain: Check out the birthdate on your drivers license, you may just be old and decrepit.  Then try walking for a change, it increases endorphin levels, raises the amount of oxygen in the bloodstream, burns calories and provides a healthy dose of vitamin D.  Honestly, its much better to gaze into the open sky than to sit around staring at your dusty feet.  

Anxiety: Get up, get out and get busy. Anxiety is brought on by a chemical change that occurs in the body, usually induced by stress. The best way to eliminate anxiety is to do something kind for someone else (lose yourself in the service of others). It will lift your spirit and their's as well. 

Depression: Nordstrom, Macys, and TJmaxx! Take a trip to your favorite store, it's cheaper than seeing a therapist and you'll have something glamorous to hang in your closet!  Also, the lack of proper nutrition and trace minerals can render a person helpless.  Get plenty of rest, good nutrition, and remember that vitamins and trace minerals are essential. Also, develop an exercise routine, get off your tush. Strive to eliminate the negative influences in your life. You may need to choose new friends or keep the negative family members at a distance.  

Constipation: Open all your bills at once, that should do it!  If that doesn't work, drink more water and increase your fiber intake. Soluble and insoluble fiber are the keys to a healthy intestine.  No hemorrhoids here!

Head aches: Take two Twinkies and call me in the morning.  Seriously, most headaches are caused from dehydration. Drink plenty of water and stay away from people who are a pain in the you know what! 


Remember, LAUGHING is the best medicine in the world.  Surround yourself with people who love life and laughter, they are the antidote for misery.  

By Linda Sunmer Urza written for: onefineday11.blogspot.com

WHO ARE THE REAL SUPERHEROES?

My parents raised me with the ideals that I could become anything I desired in this life. They taught that the only thing that would hold me back was if I stopped striving for excellence. Their faith in me instilled a deep desire to succeed, even at a very young age.  I strived to reach my goals and I believed that the possibilities were endless.  I watched Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman blaze trails of glory through the sky while fighting the evil nemesis and always protecting the innocent. 

One fine day, my brother convinced me that I could fly through the air like Superman.  Either he wanted to test my limits, literally, or he was in it for a good laugh!  He put an army blanket around my shoulders, pinned the two ends together with an extra large kilt pin, and helped me climb a ladder leading to the roof of my grandmother's chicken coop. I was all in, I mean, I was 100% certain that I was going to fly through the air!  My brother watched eagerly and with great anticipation as I adjusted my cape, raised my arms above my head, and leaped into the air!   

I remember the immediate shock and disappointment that came when I realized I was going down, not up!  I hit the cold, hard ground with a thud that knocked the wind out of me, along with a few bodily fluids! Although I didn't soar through the sky, the impact was so intense that the sun, the stars and the moon were all spinning around in my head. It hurt!  It hurt so bad that I couldn't stop screaming, but the real pain came from the sharp reality that I couldn't fly or even hover for a split second!

My mother came running out the front door in response to my blood curdling screams and my brother flew like a bat out of hell when he saw the look on her face! He quickly disappeared into the neighborhood to escape the wrath he knew he had coming.

My mother tended to my wounds, as I tearfully explained the events leading up to my failed attempt to hurl myself into space. She listened patiently while I dramatically professed my super duper version of the story and of course, declare my brother's responsibility for everything that had happened.  Then, I humbly requested, "Aren't you gonna find him and punish him?" What I really wanted her to do was lock him up until he was an old man with a white beard and creepy long fingernails, but out of her great wisdom and patience she sweetly declared, "He'll be home soon, it's almost dinner time and he'll get hungry."  

This was my first recollection of the power of "cause and effect." Through her infinite wisdom, my mother kindly inquired, "What part did you play in this unfortunate incident?"  I wanted desperately to remain the innocent victim and to bury myself in self pity and denial.  'It couldn't possibly be my fault,' I thought to myself, all my intentions were good!  My first reaction was to blame my brother for everything; after all, someone had to pay the price for my injuries.  My mother, however, had loftier goals for us that day. Her unconditional love and wisdom shaped our lives and we realized many valuable lessons through this one experience; certainly not from falling off the chicken coop onto the hard ground, but through the soft manor in which she responded to our trials. She elevated us to a higher level of understanding by her actions and through the examples she set.  

Later that day, my brother slithered through the back door like a little green snake in the grass. My mother didn't scold, shame, or belittle him.  She responded in a genuine desire to teach the greater lessons of patience and love, by allowing each of us to take responsibility for our actions.  She healed our wounds from the inside out and taught us to be responsible and accountable for ourselves, as well as, for each other. 

Instead of turning this experience into a courtroom drama, she used it for an opportunity for growth. She explained to my brother, since I was injured from the fall and he had made the choice to flee the scene of the accident, he would be doing my chores until I recovered from a slight concussion.  She was smooth as butter with her comments, that rolled off her tongue like sweet honey pouring from a hot glass jar.  Without one word of anger or disdain, she had taught the valuable lessons of cause and effect,  along with accountability.

The memory that stands out the most for me was not an extreme fall onto the cold hard ground, but the soft touch of a mother's love for her children. A love that was kind and respectful, and delivered with great consideration of the age and maturity of her young children. She made it possible for my brother and I to accepted responsibility, apologize to one another, and again become comrades in a plot to conquer the world. 

Parents have wonderful opportunities to teach their children, but unfortunately these opportunities often come as trials in day to day living. It's important for parents to shift from “punishment” to the “opportunity of teaching" principles that hold children accountable.  When addressing issues through patience and love, it releases the child from feeling that they are bad or unloved. (Punishment and blame take the circumstances from bad to worse.) Teaching good principles inspires children to learn greater virtues  and provides them with the opportunities to choose better options. It also allows them to build self esteem and self reliance. 

Parents who resort to anger, shame, ridicule, blame, punishment, name calling, or violence, teach their children that these damaging actions are acceptable for solving problems. Bullies begat bullies. Severe punishment and ridicule will break the spirit of a child, inevitably producing fear, hate, and anger.  Negative actions are the cause and effect of negative people, and its important to remember that children inevitably emulate the actions of their parents.  

Superman is still one of my favorite heros. There are days when I leap tall buildings in a single bound, fight off the evil nemesis, and still have dinner ready and on the table by dusk!  Superman had the advantages of flying through the air, but a mother’s influence rules the world in raising a nation.

I discovered through the loving arms of wonderful parents that I didn't need a cape to fly.  I believe that heros aren't formed in the womb, they are nurtured and loved by parents who change the world and the  generations to come.  For parents have the power to make all the difference in the world. Let me rephrase that, "Parents have all the power to make the world different!" Written by Linda Sumner Urza for: onefineday11.blogspot.com

DID YOU TRADE GOOD FOR EVIL?

There are a million truths in this life to aspire after and this quote certainly is one of them. "A lie doesn't become truth, wrong doesn't become right and evil doesn't become good, just because it's accepted by the majority!" Truth never changes, it was perfectly created and established by God. 

Remember the old adage, "Don't sell your soul for a mess of pottage," meaning don't buy into the lies and degradation that will pull you away from the universal and eternal truths of the Almighty.  It was He who established and declared the rules and guidelines, not man.

There are many people wandering aimlessly in this world, proselyting without light and truth.  They make up their own rules to fit their lifestyle and then work feverishly to pull others into their snare, for misery loves company.  The world will sell you a mess of pottage in the form of a bag of lies, in order to enlist you in the army of fools. 

Isaiah 5:20 "Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter."

I have taught my children, " If you don't stand for something you'll fall for everything.  When you stand a little taller than all the rest, you see over their heads and the view becomes crystal clear." Linda Sumner Urza, written for onefineday11.blogspot.com

WHEN LOVE IS





I have always told my family, 
"I will love you forever 
and that my dear ones will be throughout the eternities!"

DOES YOUR CHILD HAVE A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT?

“Today, most of the children in this country suffer from a false sense of entitlement and it's becoming a disturbing epidemic among our youth.” This statement was the conclusion during a conference for the leading Child Development experts.

If you believe the more you give your child the better parent you are, then your battle will be long and hard.  When you take away the adversities and struggles of life, you deny your children the opportunity to reach their full potential.  Take a look at many of the youth today, they have it all, yet they are hell bent on destruction. For many of them everything revolves around, “What’s in it for me!” 
A false sense of entitlement teaches children that they have the right to expensive toys, electronic gadgets, trips and cars without having to earn them. Many neglect their responsibilities in school, yet expect their parents to buy them expensive head phones, cell phones and even cars. Some try to convince their parents that they are less of a parent if they don't give them what they want and regardless of the family’s financial situation. The attitude of a child with a false sense of entitlement is, “I exist, therefore you owe me.”
THINGS do not bring happiness, in truth, the more you teach a child “to do for themselves and on their own,” the more responsible they become, and as parents that’s when you reap the rewards. It will be well worth the time invested to teach your child to do everything they possibly can for themselves (which is the major responsibility of great parenting)!
Parents often over compensate for issues they feel guilty about, such as working long hours or even divorce. Some parents feel the need to pacify their children with cell phones, video games and over priced merchandise, but that is not what is best for them. We can give a child things until we are blue in the face, but that doesn't address the real issue. In reality, we are hurting them, and society as a whole suffers through the actions of children who eventually become irresponsible adults. Trials and tribulations allow a children to develop the strength and value of character. Today we are raising kids who have little values, no coping skills and they have an unrealistic expectation of life. We are sending the message that they deserve material things as a price for facing adversity. They begin to feel a sense of entitlement for privileges they have not earned. Believe it or not, children are very intuitive to your motives and quickly learn how to manipulate you at an early age. When you give in, tantrums in the store and absurd demands for material things become a reward for unacceptable behavior.
Stop believing that the more you give the more you’ll get. The best way for you to eliminate a child's sense of entitlement is to put them to work. You work hard for your money and this is probably a concept that your child does not understand. Its vitally important to teach children to work hard. Self respect, self reliance, self motivation and self worth are developed and cultivated through work ethics. One of the greatest gifts you can give a child is a responsible work ethic, and this starts early in childhood by providing ways for children to earn their way in life. There are great characteristics developed through hard work and children gain a greater sense of value and integrity when they learn to apply themselves. (Children need to see that integral connection between making an honest effort and the reward of achieving success.) Our society is filled with youth who believe their parents owe them a living and when they grow up, they expect the world owes them one as well. This skewed view is going to affect them in a negative way their entire lives. 
When children earn what they are used to getting for nothing, they learn the value of a dollar. When they pay for their own toys and clothing, they are more likely to take care of them because they know how hard they worked to get them. When kids have a false sense of entitlement, they don’t see the world as it is because money and material goods become their major attraction. When they are given everything without the responsibility of earning them, the natural incentive and drive to achieve is taken away. Within time they will stop putting forth any efforts to strive for even the simplest goals. Their view of the world will be, “If I want it, someone will give it to me”—but as we all know, that’s just not the way the world functions. Eventually, when this child leaves home to make a life of their own, they will not have the strong work ethics to succeed in the adult world. (Sadly, you will often see older children living with their parents late into adulthood because life is easiest for them under someone else’s care.) 
Parents are not their children's buddies! There are those parents who try to be their child's friend and consequently they will often buy their children things because they’re afraid they’ll lose that friendship. This is really serious. This kind of relationship is very harmful to the mental well-being of the child and detrimental to a healthy parent-child relationship. Parents are the adult guardians, leaders, and mentors for their children and not playmates!   
How do you challenge the false sense of entitlement in kids and why is it so important to do so? It’s critical to challenge them because once a child grows up and goes out into the real world, they won’t have the “true grit” it takes to succeed or the maturity to deal with failure!  It’s important to start young and teach your children the value of earning the privilege to buy their own things. When material possessions are handed to a child, the message is, “You don’t need to do anything—everything will be given to you in life just because you’re you.”
Don't pacify your children with things because you think their lives are not perfect! Nobody’s life is perfect and kids are more resilient than you think. Take a proactive approach to raising your children and set realistic expectations for them. Being a good parent is really more simple than you might think because the only investment you need to make when they're young, is your “time.” If you take the time to teach correct principles when they're young, they will attain the attributes and virtues that inevitably make them a responsibly adult. 
Take a stand and wean your child from entitlement. The first step is to change your mind set. If you truly love them then your primary concern will be to raise children who are well rounded and capable of dealing with adversity. That means raising children who accept responsibility for their grades, their rooms, their belongings, ect., and understand that making a valid contribution to their family is indeed their responsibility. Remember that following through is the tipping point to success, as well as, allowing children to suffer the consequences of their choices (they will learn more from a few minutes of experience than hours of lectures). 
Its all about time. Life is busy.  Parents sometimes try to find the easy way out and resort to expressing their love through material things. Children are creatures of habit. If this has been your approach to expressing your love, your child will feel entitled. You will need to change this mind set and invest your time to turn the ship around. Make “time” to do the things that add value to your child’s life. The little things matter, such as having your child read a book to you while you’re fixing dinner; find all the ways you can to enlist their energy in a productive way.  Have a schedule or set time for chores and STICK TO THEM! If you don’t follow through then you will be teaching that its not important to finish a job. Also, quality time is important, so be engaged and show interest in something that they like, it validates them and adds a sense of importance. Occasionally, take the time to just chat with your child and let them lead the conversation. Even at a young age they will have the desire to be heard.
Teach your children the importance of Charity. They become less egocentric when they learn to share. They need to learn first hand how serving others increases gratitude and it allows them to understand thankfulness. Find a charity that you and your family can physically contribute to and become proactive in teaching the power of giving. It does not matter if you have a little or a lot, there is always something that you can do to teach your children the importance of charity. Raising a child that understands charity is by far the most fulfilling experience a parent can have. A charitable person is more valuable than wealth, education, or beauty. 
Charity creates gratitude. Children who have a sense of entitlement lack gratitude. They develop negative attitudes and seldom appreciate what others do for them. Complaining becomes their main source of communication, nothing is ever good enough. Children are happier when they learn to appreciate life and gratitude is one of the most rewarding virtues that a parent can nurture. Remember that children learn appreciation and gratitude by the way they are treated!  Be careful not to have a sense of entitlement when enlisting your children's time and energy, be respectful and thankful for their efforts and good works, they will learn from your examples. Children with gratitude learn to make small contributions in life and appreciation becomes a second nature. 
Ask Yourself, “What Do I Want My Child to Learn?” Whenever you want to get a message across to your children, it’s important to think through what is important to teach them. Ask yourself, “What do I want my children to learn from this experience; something valuable that can help them achieve success later in life?” Then come up with a procedure that will teach them how to achieve their goals. It's your job as a parent to prepare them for a mature adulthood.

Have limits. I think it’s important to put limits on what you give your children. Don’t feel as if you need to give them every little thing they ask for, even if “all the other kids have one.” I think it’s also a good idea to talk as a family and let everyone know that there is not an infinite supply of money at your fingertips. Responsible money doesn’t grow on trees and it isn't free for the taking. Tell them that, as parents, you both work to make money to support the family. Explain that you trade your time for money to keep a roof over head and put food on the table. Its important for them to know how they can contribute. 
Tell Your Child the New Rules. If you have the financial capability and you believe in the concept of paying kids to do work around the house, then I personally think it’s better to give your child money for doing odd jobs rather than a weekly allowance. This way, they will learn how to manage their finances and make the connection between work and payment. However, children shouldn’t receive money until their assignment is completed. If your child doesn’t comply, pay their siblings to do the work and I can almost guarantee they will understand the price of “choice and accountability” when the money is being handed out. 
I believe that a false sense of entitlement affects every strata of society today. Children who grow up with a sense of entitlement won't take the jobs that are available. They have the belief that they're entitled to something better without having to make any effort to get it. That false sense of entitlement prohibits them from getting the work skills and social skills they need to start at the bottom and work their way up. 
Teach your child that needs are quite different from wants. When we examine our own motivation behind our desire to buy more stuff for our kids, we can move into being a strong parent who develops values in our children that will take them into adulthood. We are setting the stage for managing the many ups and downs, injuries and injustices life brings about. The acquisition of more material goods does not build character. Instead it creates a dependence on spending sprees for a faults sense of identity, and it never satisfies. The next time you feel the need to purchase something for your child, remind yourself that your child needs to survive in this world through their strength of spirit, values, integrity and good character. By Linda Sumner Urza written for: onefineday11.blogspot.com