And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak*
I am cleaning out my filing cabinet to make room for all the new work stuff that we are accumulating. There is one file, however, that will not be pitched no matter what else I might throw away! It’s my Boot File.
Finding yourself in my Boot File is high praise. It means you said something that either kicked me in the backside or else stepped on my toes. Either way it was good for me and needful for me to read (and re-read, and generally re-read again)
For the next few days, as I ponder on things in my Boot File, I’m going to share some of them with you. There are things in there from people you would know/recognize and people you might not. Either way, it is wisdom from Father, being spoken through His people.
If reading one of my “Boots” triggers a Boot thought in you, by all means, leave it. I’ll add it to my Boot File – by the time I’m done getting rid of so much of the rest of the stuff in there, I’ll have plenty of room for more kicks in the backside or toe stepping.
“The most powerful magnet in the world is complaining. If you love your house being a mess, then just complain about it. It will surely remain that way. If you’d rather struggle to make ends meet or you like how much you’re being paid at that dead end job, just complain about it, for that will surely keep the situation that you are living in continuing just like it is.
“If however, you would rather have a household that is peace-filled and pleasant, give thanks for yours. If it would be a big help to have a larger paycheck, give thanks for it.
“The Lord delights in our thanks and He delights in blessing His children. He has already told us that “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” If you want your life to improve, stop complaining and start giving thanks, in advance, in FAITH, for the things that you desire to define your life.”
~ Grandma Beckhold, the sweet little old grandma that I went to church with that had 6 sons…6 large sons.
Her husband died when they were still young parents, leaving her to raise those 6 large sons. The boys knew that if you sassed mama, you’d pay for it. She was known to tell her over 6′ sons to bend down to her 4′ 11″ self, so she could slap their face. And they did. 🙂 If they didn’t they weren’t necessarily afraid of her – what could a mosquito do to a cow?! 😆 And while they weren’t afraid of Mama, they WERE afraid of their brothers. And not obeying Mama meant dealing with all of them and THAT was something to be afraid of.
* Without Googling it, can you tell me where this title quote came from? 🙂 There could be a surprise in it for you! (You’ll have to take your chances. It might just be a copy of my Boot File.) 😆