Someone recently called me a soldier in a complimentary way. When this person said that, it immediately made me thought of my dad, who is a true soldier - a Sergeant Major vet. As I watched my father while I was growing up. He had a militant view as it relates to most things. I did not always see eye to eye with my father's viewpoints. But I admire his strength. My dad represents what I consider a strong man should be like in his views and physical strength. As I have said before in the past. I’ve always felt the safest during the periods when I lived with my dad. I really had no worries whenever he was around. Because despite our differences in opinions, I knew I stood before the presence of a strong and mature man both in stature and intelligence. And even more importantly, as a little girl growing into my womanhood, my dad always taught me to think critically. That is, don’t even put yourself inside a box that would cause you to have to think outside of any box. My mom was a great source too. Now, my mom was more stubborn in her personal views. Once she gets something in her head ain't nothing going to change it even if all the sirens are going off telling her that is wrong. I'm laughing as I say this. But my mom-is-who-she-is. And yet, my mom taught me to not be afraid of anything even in my tough seasons. My mom had quite a few sayings that she said to me often. The one that sticks out at the moment is - "life is nothing but a vicious cycle." That was her way of saying from one generation to the next, we live out the same tragedies, the same missteps, the same prejudices, the same behaviors, the same mindset, the same mistakes, the same things. As negative as that might sound, my mom had a strong point behind her madness. That is, be stronger than your downfall. In other words, there are seasons in our lives when we must endure some unnecessary things. The point my mom was making, when they come, be stronger than it. Whatever "it" is. In reality, my mom taught me not only to endure through troublesome times, but to rise above it and become better and stronger. Although I could not see the lessons my parents were teaching me at the time. My mom taught me emotional strength and to swim safely and smartly through typhoon type of waters called life. My dad taught me to be mentally and physically strong and think critically. They both taught me how to have a mind of my own and NEVER follow the crowd. Now that last one is interesting because of something my heavenly Father said to me shortly after I rededicated my life to Him. These were His words.
I felt led to share this, this morning. So, whomever this is for, I hope it helped.
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