I never realized how much I would enjoy writing this blog. There are mornings that it feels like I am empty headed, I throw a few terse thoughts down, and get a rousing response to them. Other days, I spend time a good deal of thought over my words, and they are a definite flop. And surprisingly, that’s one of the things I love about it. I just never know what the reaction might be and really, it doesn’t matter. It’s a fun game and I like playing it.
I also love checking my stats. On busy days it’s like checking your mailbox at Christmas and seeing if there are any new Christmas cards. I like to see what resonates with people and I love it when I get visitors from all over the world. I mean, what could I possibly have to say that would speak to two different people from Slovenia? It is not unusual for the Canadians to stop by, and I’ve had my share from the UK, but I wasn’t really even aware of the Burkina Faso-ans. But thanks for stopping by!
One continuous thread has been my reference to Charles Darwin. Almost every day there are searches for that great man, and they are brought to me. I was thinking about this phenomenon yesterday, and pondering the Belgian that had wandered through my little corner of Blogland and I thought I’d give Chuck another chance to tickle my fancy so off to brainyquotes I ran.
Dr. Darwin did not disappoint.
“The highest possible stage in moral culture is when we recognize that we ought to control our thoughts.” Charles Darwin
But sadly, I read this only after I’d worked myself into a dither over a meeting I didn’t want to attend (Read: Middle School Conference). In fact, I was so out of sorts I pressed my very busy Mr. Dreamboat into service and he had to go with me to keep me from parental hysteria. More accurately, he simply helped me fake NOT being hysterical, I was already there. Had I controlled my thoughts, as Chuck suggested, I would have put on my big girl panties and saved Mr. D’s favor for a real emergency. I could have had a bit more faith that things have been improving, and I wouldn’t have felt like a five year old afraid of an empty closet. Perhaps my morality wasn’t the problem when I wasn’t controlling my thoughts, but the wisdom applies to every aspect of our lives.
As for the Slovenians, the Ethiopians, the Guatemalans, and all who wander through my world; whether it’s parenting, happiness, or Charles Darwin who brings us together, it’s a pleasure to have you stop by.
Michelle, you have never put up a dud. I have enjoyed everything you’ve written – very much. You are always helpful, inspirational, and/or humorous.
Sometimes I check myself when leaving comments. Yesterday, I wrote a somewhat lengthy comment on your post about my first Bible and how it guided me to Scripture – “when you feel like this .. read this.” But for some reason, I felt that anything I would say would usurp the lovely Selah thoughts in your post, so I deleted my comment and just left a like. So … don’t ever think a post is a dud. You are always offering wondering tidbits of life here.
Also, I would love to control my thoughts, but I don’t know how. I almost mentioned it yesterday, but I’ve actually found my mind wandering during my own praying! How does that happen?!!
Hugs to you! xoxoxoxo
Oh my gosh, Maddie! My mind wanders constantly! For future reference, I’d love it if you never edited your comments on my blog. I love what you have to say!
Yes. Maddie is right. I have to control myself (and my thoughts), too. I read your post daily and have yet to read a dud.
So nice of you both to say!