Monday, July 23, 2012

Trash In, Trash Out

How time flies...My kiddos are getting so big and every day is just so amazing. After the shooting I just really thank God for my healthy, safe children. Shepard is such a good big brother. He is always annoying Madi with too many hugs. I personally think it is a great way to be annoyed. Better than them fighting! Madi is a sassafras (that is what my mom called me) Oh that child. I will say something to her and she will give me the long drawn out "mooooooooom" or the "what mom." She is so sweet though and just randomly says "I lub ew mom." She does love her big brother too. I guess I am just surprised at how well they get along. I was expecting a lot more fighting. Its only an issue when Shep wants to play with his legos or puzzles in peace. HA! What is "in peace"?
I have been thinking a lot about a topic from church camp 1996ish or so. I don't remember the verse, but it was Romans and the theme was Trash In, Trash Out. Now being young I hated the idea of being limited on what I watched or listened to. Not that I had much freedom. My mom wasn't super strict, but we had limits. As an adult, I have kept and increased those limits on myself. I don't watch any movies along the horror/killer/devilish subject. I don't even understand how or why these films are made. How can anyone want to sit and watch it. There is so much of it in the world, and people want to watch people being violently murdered. It really makes me sick. I am by no means perfect. In all honesty, I love Twilight. It is questionable on the Christian level, but for the most part it is non-violent. Even stuff on the prime-time disgusts me. Language, subject matter, provocativeness. I tend to just watch kids shows because I don't want something awful popping up on the screen. I don't want my innocent babies exposed to things they don't need to be. Shep accidentally saw the news for a few minutes after the shootings. We had explained a small, delicate portion on a kid level of what happened to him already. I did not want him to see how or where it happened. He tends to fixate on things and keeps it in his mind for months. A few days later he took a play broom with him to bed and said "this will hit hard." I asked what he planned on hitting...he said "a bad shooter guy." I just prayed for God to put his little mind at ease. I can't protect my children from everything in the world, but I can try to limit the amount of trash that goes in. I hope my efforts will limit the amount of trash that goes out.

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