April 22, 2009

  • Repost: Fight the Frump Inside Out

    Been thinking about bitterness in recent days.  How it takes hold and changes who we are for the rest of our lives.  My thoughts brought to mind this post from July 2008.

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    I'm taking fight the frump notes, cause well, I'm getting older.  I don't want to be a frumpy old woman but what I really don't want to be is a bitter old woman. 

    There is nothing more frumpy than a bitter heart. And y'all I've met some bitter old women.  You know the one's. 

    The one's that actually frown at your sweet crying baby.  The one's that scoff at your pregnant belly.  You know the one's that give you the "you should know better than to have so many kids" look when you are at the store with four kids in tow and it's not going well.    

    Life is hard.  It can hand all of us some difficult stuff.  Some, bless their hearts, get the really bad sad difficult stuff.   

    There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who weathers what life brings with love and joy. 

    Isaiah 61:3
    Bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.

    Y'all have seen these "beauty for ashes" ladies. 

    The ones that see you wrestling your kids to their chairs in the restaurant and still walk over to you to say what a precious family you have.  The ones that smile at your crying baby and tell you to enjoy them cause they grow too fast.  Don't you just want to hug their necks? 

    There is nothing more frumpy than a woman who lets life fill her heart with bitterness.  But a woman who gives the really bad sad stuff to the Lord, she's beautiful.  That's who I want to be.  I want to fight the frump inside out.