Almost every door in our house now has a reverse doorknob on it. We have changed them – one at a time – as we have deemed necessary. Once Shelby makes a huge mess in a room – a dozen or so times, we decide to take measures to keep her out of it. The most recent string of destruction has involved water facets. When she gets a few minutes alone, she likes to turn one on and splash and splash until she and the room she is in are soaked. Not very fun for me or very safe for her. So the latest lock to be reversed – the guest bathroom. Now we can lock it from the outside. She doesn’t know how to unlock it. At least for now. The one thing you can’t do if you come into my house, is lock the door when you use my restroom from the inside. Sorry. If privacy is a huge issue for you, you may want to empty your bladder before you come over. We haven’t figured out a way to secure the kitchen sink yet, so we will just have to be as vigilant as we can. And clean up a few wet messes when we do have to allow ourselves a few minutes to go to the bathroom or take a shower.
TMI
Too much information. I usually reserve this phrase for the occasion when a friend shares uncomfortable details on an intimate topic. But today, I reserve this criticism for our media. This might not be the most popular opinion, but after the tragedies of the last 2 months, I am convinced that we were never meant to see and carry the burdens of the entire world. God made us to care for others and to help those closest to us. We are called to specific areas for ministry, but much more than that, can get to be too much. Don’t get me wrong. I want to know what is going on in the world. I think it’s important to be informed so that we can feel God’s urgings to ministry and know how to pray. I want to pray for the tornado victims. I want to pray for the parents of a little girl severely injured by seizures. I want to reach out to them and offer what little comfort I can. I want to pray for the community of West and those families affected by the bombings in Boston. But I don’t think it’s healthy to view every minute detail in continuous loop. It’s too much. My heart can’t handle it. It can become overwhelming and consuming to the point of neglecting the ministry that God has put in my own home. It’s OK if you disagree with me. I am willing to admit that I might be wrong and merely sheltering my heart for self-preservation purposes. Maybe you are made of stronger stuff than am I, but here is what I know for sure:
