Your mouth says what your heart believes. Conversely, sometimes your mouth says words so much, your heart starts to believe it. Like when I was a teenager and I started laughing along with the dumb blonde jokes. I started cracking those jokes about myself too. Then, I caught myself thinking I really was a dumb, ditzy blonde. Cue abrupt end of dumb blonde jokes here. I know I'm smart. I know that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I'm pretty sure that was the number one verse my Mama taught me.
I noticed that folks say all sorts of things about their offspring. And that's their business. My business is the raising and training of our girlies. I don't want those little pitchers that have big ears to tune into some conversation some time and hear something that they'll live down to. I believe these girlies are treasures. I believe that we are training them up in the way they should go and when they are old they won't depart from it. I believe the girlies are pearls, cultured pearls. Beautiful tapestries woven by the hand of God. Not just kids. Not monkeys. Not hoodlums. Not brats. So, God helps me to call them Blossoms. A flower that's rooted and planted in God's love and God's Word. Growing. Branching out. Blossoming. Into the Rose He intends. Lifting up a fragrance to the Master. Our Blossoms.
