It seems this word, permission, puts a bad taste in peoples’ mouths these days.
We were recently told of some folks that had trespassers on their property. These folks did not ask permission to be on that property. A post on social media about them being there (the owners did not know who it was) brought such as onslaught of negative remarks to the landowners, the post was removed.
“They have a right to be there.”
“People can go where they want.”
“You have no business owning so much land.”
The property is used for hunting so the owners were concerned for the safety of those trespassers. Is it because asking permission puts one in a humble position?
Gentle is not an adjective I would ever use to describe myself.
I grew up on a 1,500 acre tourist business/farm. This meant we had to work and work more. It was not for the faint of heart. It was the life I knew, and enjoyed. Though the work was endless, so were the laughs, family times and joys.
Learning to be gentle was taught to me by the animals. Cats, especially, do not respond well to rude behavior. Actually, nothing does. Animals taught me much about managing myself personally. I love the Scripture that says, ask the birds, they will teach you. Indeed they will.
Life is an interesting journey. I love the way The Lord uses it so wonderfully to teach us His quiet, gentle ways. Glory.
I owe a lot to my husband. It is because of his willingness to carry the heavy load of sole provider that enabled me to stay home, raise, home school and enjoy the fast years of childhood with our five children.
We had a grand time together (mostly). It makes my husband and me smile when we hear our grown children say, “I had a great childhood, and want my kids to have the same.”
I am grateful he was willing to carry that heavy load. We worked hard together and now we are in our older years enjoying our time together and our grandchildren. Though he has not yet retired, we are now working together towards that goal.