Happy holidays my friend. Yes, already, I know. Same here. One day it’s Spring, it’s Mardi Gras and I’m enjoying my crawfish like any good southern girl. When I turn around, the crawfish are gone, it’s Halloween and the unofficial beginning of the holidays is here. Faster than a blink. Like the sunrise and sunset (or death and taxes), they come every year whether we’re ready or not. They come bringing happiness and stress. They come bringing joy and tears. They come bringing endings and new beginnings. Such is the natural order of life. Whatever you’re in the midst of today, I hope this holiday season brings you laughter and peace and love like you’ve only imagined.
J-Diary Day 10 finds me reflecting, as most of us do right about now. We Jezebels already overthink our multitude of imperfections.. hence the entire reason for using the name “Jezebel” (the most imperfect of women). The end of another year is the ideal time to overthink my every flaw, in conjunction with each situation I could have, and should have, handled differently. Everything I could have, and should have, handled in a way that reflected Christ. Sadly, every year, that’s a really long list.
I’m finding that list gets longer, the older I get. Our new world and the progressive way of doing things is getting on my nerves. We Jezebels have seen a lot.. the old “been there, done that”. We can roll with whatever comes. We’re good at it. But the changes in society nowadays are outside the realm of all normality. Am I the only one who’s having a hard time? I mean, with ordinary everyday things like manners.. or the lack thereof, being friendly, showing respect, simple courtesy. These are what I consider “the finer things in life” and they’re all but extinct. We’re becoming so focused on getting ahead that we’re leaving behind the things that matter. Our lives are more about how far we can go and how fast we can get there, instead of how we are walking the path in front of us.
Our parents and grandparents went through the same things. Generations upon generations have dealt with change and progress. But not all change is progress. Just because something is new or different, doesn’t mean it’s better. This path we’re on is old and rocky. My feet are old and tired. And yet, as much as I want to, I can’t step aside and let our world continue to deteriorate backwards. I really do want to. This is when I’m supposed to slow down, sit back, watch soap operas, make cookies with grandkids and watch the generation behind me continue to change and improve our society.
But the generation behind me can’t decide their gender. The generation behind me seems to have been born with no spine because they stand for nothing. The generation behind me has been blessed to the point that they’re coddled, whiny, entitled and lazy. The generation behind me calls for the complete destruction of our way of life without a breath of a plan to replace it. The generation behind me laughs at law and order because they’ve been taught that rules don’t apply to them. The generation behind me has zero idea who Jesus is or how to find him because He’s not an app on their phone.
The generation behind me is why my old feet are new, walking on this old path that’s also new. My parents and grandparents weren’t part of the technology boom. When our world hit the nitrous, they passed the torch to us.. to my generation. And we don’t just keep up .. we still lead the way. We lead because we were taught to lead the person behind us, so they could also go forward. We stand because we were taught to stand up for ourselves, our family, our Country and our God. We speak because we were taught to speak up and use our voices to make a difference. The generation behind me should prepare themselves for a hard, hard education that comes from the experience of making painful mistakes.
So, my old feet stand me back up. I take off my apron and set down my cup of tea. I prepare my heart for this battle. I prepare my soul for more miles on this path. This old, rocky path that’s littered with new wrongs. This old, rocky path that is choking to death from new weeds. I’m not alone on this new old path. It’s me and those like me, that will set it right. We’re the only ones who can. We are the mistake makers, risk takers, boundary breakers and the change makers. We know where we came from. We know how we got here. We use our strength, our experience, our knowledge and our voices, because to do less is to deny the very blood in our veins. We don’t forsake our Country or our God. It’s passed time to remind the generation behind us just what it takes to walk this path.
Jezebel diaries * day 10 * cliff notes * jezebels overthink our flaws, over correct our mistakes & over remember our past * the more imperfect the life, the more beautiful it blooms * erasing the path you walked will find you lost in a scary world * my new path is old, my new feet are old & Jesus is ageless * my gift of gab will never be silent until heaven is my home * the generation behind us is obliterating every good thing about our world * imploding isn’t progress * let us all remove the bubble wrap from our up & coming leaders that they will not curl up in a safe place when all Hell breaks loose * this once sweet jezebel has become quite cranky with the life sucking & self centered * Lord Jesus keep my old feet on this old path a while longer because the generation behind me is so lost *
Colorful Chaos 