Is it that you can't, or that you won't?

Life Lesson #53 – Is it that you can’t, or that you won’t?

Is it that you can’t clean the house, or that you won’t? **cuz you just filthy**

Is it that you can’t keep your legs closed, or that you won’t? **Just stepped on some toes, errr…shoes cuz clearly you’re not standing**

Is it that you can’t lose weight, or that you won’t? **Cuz you pretty for a big girl, right? Mmmpphh**

Is it that you can’t marry her after being together 8 years, or that you won’t? **if you haven’t figured it out by now…**

Is that you can’t accept love, or that you won’t? **But yet you know what you’ll do with it when ya get it, right? SMH**

Is it that you can’t, or that you won’t? **You’ve been treated bad so long, you don’t know what’s good until its gone**

Why do we get stuck in the capability vs. the willingness? The capacity vs. the action? I see it as the ‘can’t’ is where you have something limiting you; you don’t have the ability to do something. The ‘won’t’ is your willingness or lack there of to act. Hmmm…

This month my Pastor has been drilling on the subject of desire, choice and will. He states that the desire is the want, the choice is the decision, and the will is the action. He says that we have control over the first 2: desire and choice, but it is God that must give you the will to carry out the action; the one that moves you. I thought this was quite interesting.

So maybe some prayers need to go up to ask God to move you to clean up your house, to close your legs, to stop you eating 2 large pizzas and a 64oz diet soda, to recognize who your Eve truly is, to receive and digest that you’re worthy of love, and that you’re blocking your blessings.

Don't know about you but I know what I will be doing...tomorrow. **Stuffing last cookie into my mouth...Pray for me ya'll**

Now, all of the things I write are my life's lessons. I share so that maybe others can learn from what I've been through or seen. I don't have all the answers (well, maybe most...) but its something to ponder. I'm not a therapist and this is not intended to provide counseling or advice. Just someone who feels they've learned a thing or two.

No Good Deed...

 

As I went out back to throw some things away I almost stepped on a little (dead) baby bird! **Awww…** Then on my way back saw another one near by! **Aww...** Then, saw another one. **At this point, ewww…** So I go inside to get a plastic bag to pick them up and throw them away. Clearly some squirrel or cat got to the bird house attached to the side of my house.

I get some rubber gloves and something to scoop them up. I scooped up one and two, but when I got to the third he started moving! I was taken aback and knew I couldn’t just throw him away with his siblings!

So, I go inside to get a chair to place in the gravel, behind a big arse tree-bush, teetering over the window well to the basement to get to the bird house on the side of my house. I scoop up the bird, stand on the chair, balancing better than a Bolshoi Prima Ballerina! And, then, I begin to realize I’m getting shorter or the house is getting taller…oh no! I’m sinking. So I’m praying that I don’t drop this little bird who is weakly chirping, but I’m able to place him on the ledge of his home right before 2 legs of the chair go straight into the ground. Proud of my gallant efforts **and thanking God for sparing my life** I begin to walk away and see that the baby bird has wiggled to a point of it almost falling off the ledge.

So I run back to reposition the chair even further in the gravel, behind the big arse tree-bush, teetering over the window well to the basement to get to the bird house on the side of my house. I take my gloved hand and work speedily before the chair goes straight into the ground again and I’m able to shove the little bird into the tiny hole. **Knew not to touch -so no human scent is on him so won’t be rejected by parents. Thanks Vigo County Public Schools**

I stand back – proud of my efforts to save God’s creatures. And, all of this still in my church clothes! I go back into the house and peep through the curtains as the parental birds are flying back to the nest. I hear all sorts of commotion as I’m sure they are chirps of happiness that one of their offspring survived. My chest puffs up as I’m sure I have gained another jewel in my crown in heaven. But then, the commotion becomes greater, and more birds flock to the nest. I think to myself, this must be what Joseph felt like as the animals and the Wise Men came to see Jesus. But, then the commotion seemed to take a turn and the tweets became a little more forceful and it seemed the birds were now fighting.

Hmmm…then it hit me. Did I put the little bird in the right nest? **blank stare**

Doh! **said in best Homer Simpson voice**

Now, all of the things I write are my life's lessons. I share so that maybe others can learn from what I've been through or seen. I don't have all the answers (well, maybe most...) but its something to ponder. I'm not a therapist and this is not intended to provide counseling or advice. Just someone who feels they've learned a thing or two.