The Post About I'm Glad I Didn't Run Away

I recently received a notice from the Post Office regarding the space my postal carrier pulls into to deliver my mail, Apparently it was starting to sink a bit.

This notice was not an FYI.

They expected me to fix it. So I did.

And by "I did" I mean I called my Dad and asked him to fix it.

He did.

One of many reasons why I love my parents. And why I'm codependent.

Originally posted July 7, 2008

The Post about Talking to My Parents

My parents and I had a really great conversation this past week about all kinds of things. I am so glad to be able to have "really great conversation(s)" with my parents. They probably thought it was impossible since most of my chats with them started with one of the following:

  • "I didn't plan my money well this month."
  • "I locked my __________ in my ________."
  • "Can I have this?" (said while pointing to food, dishes, books, furniture...)
But in the last few years, I have become more stable and they have found that somewhat interesting. We talk about politics, religion, family, world events, etc. The thing is we don't always agree. Which has taught me the best lesson of all - listen. In my 20's, I would have just climbed up on the soap box of the moment and started pointing fingers and taking names. My 30's have calmed me down a bit which makes those talks much more enjoyable. (although sometimes I still feel myself feeling quite soapy at times...)

The best question that came out of the conversation was "What do you do about the sin of others?" Billy Graham said once "It is God's job to judge, the Holy Spirit's job to convict, and our job to love." We all agreed on that one.

1 comment:

  1. Looking back, I realize that I thought I knew everything in my teens, realized I did know everything in my twenties, and don't care about knowing anything in my thirties.


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