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Blame Game-Audacity of Choice


Blaming victimizes and traps us.  Blaming gives power to others and to our circumstances.  Blaming is a sign of weakness.  In you and in me.

We as a culture have to stop blaming our past, present and future for our lack of growth and change.  It is not our disability or our mental illness or past abuses that holds us back...it is us.

I have to say I'm tired of it in myself and in others.

Don't use a color, temperament or personality dictate your choices.  Knowing these provides us a tool in how to move forward and not an excuse for inaction.  "That's not me." 

A big pet peeve of mine is when I mention a book to read and others say, "I wish I had your kind of time."  No what you wish is that you read.  I don't have time.  I make time to read.  I'm not gifted or great at comprehending and remembering, I work hard to use strategies to stick it to my stressed out brain.

So here is the deal.  I have read since I was young because it dawned on me that reading takes you to places where you have never been and makes you somebody you never were.  I read on the bathroom floor with the door closed so I would not wake up  my sisters that I shared a room with. 

 I read by paragraph when I began having babies.  When I provided child care for 8 years, I read.  I wrote down verses and quotes and plastered them around the house so I didn't forget what I read.  Elementary and Middle School and High School kids and I read.  Stay at home or work full time.  Depression or happy.  My goal through the years is to read the Bible, a difficult concept book and a fun book. 

Another cop out that I see is the "I'm trusting God and listening to His voice."  Great!  Without reading His Word how do you know if it is God or our own imaginations? If we were listening to Him-we would Read the Bible!

 "He will provide."  Yes He already has.  It is there for us to take on a daily basis.  He is NOT going to spoon feed us.  He wants us to be grown ups and leaders and revolutionaries in the spiritual realm.

A wise man told us once, "The only thing that will handicap a child is our limitations and responses to a disability." 

 Instead of helping our children learn "learned helplessness," let's show them the audacity of TRUE Choice.  

Being responsible for their lives!  

Being responsible for our lives.

We cannot uses excuses and teach blaming to a new generation.  For example, ADHD is a gift and a strength and a responsibility.  The challenges that come with it are an opportunity to build my character muscles.

Bi-polar is not an automatic cover up for being mean or an alcoholic.  Those were your choices.  Don't blame them. 

Our kids are not working because they are NOT looking for work and not because "no one will hire."  It is hard but there is work.

Our government, our schools, their friends, our neighborhood, my boss or my teacher do not get to map out my life.  

That is my job.  

I have to do it.

I have the audacity of choice!!!!!!!


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