March Madness~ No Thank You!

 Madness~No Thank You

As a mad man who casteth firebrands, arrows, and death,

So is the man that deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, Am not I in sport?

Proverbs 26:18-19

This morning as I am sipping my favorite coffee~ Starbucks Carmel~as I am reading a devotion from Patsy Clairmont. She is the cutest little living elf I know. 

She states, " If we had a machine that could detect scars on the hearts, I wonder how many wounds would have been caused by a piercing arrow of jealousy, a firebrand of envy, or a deadly word of revenge---all forms of anger." She goes on to explain that we often spew out these ugly words of a madman or madwomen under the excuse of "our rights." We even get so good at defending our acid tongues that we begin to believe our rationale for our behavior. 

I don't know about you~ but I don't want to reach that madman status. Our tongues have the possibility to encourage our tear down. Just the other day something came back to me that someone had said about me. It stung~ I will admit it. Then I had to stop and decide how much of what was said was true. I felt not a bit of it was true~ so I shook it off and gave up the hurt to the Lord. 

Then God convicted me! Have you ever flew off the mouth and stated what you thought of another person? We ladies~ can be down right jealous of one another. That is just plain stupid~ forgive me for lack of a better word. 

We are all talented in the gifts that God gave to us. We are designed to be the wives to the man God gave us. We are equipped with just the right mothering skills for the children God has entrusted us to raise. We don't have to be in competition with each other. 

The next time we are tempted to criticize someone~ think back to the last time someone did that to you. God has different callings on each of our lives. He has certain people that only you can minister and reach. Certain hearts that only you can mend and specific souls for you to reach. How about we spend our energy encouraging one another instead of fault finding?

You see all of this backbiting is a form of anger ~ oozing out our souls. We need to keep a check on our pots~ so that the slightest jiggle don't cause us to spill over and burst into a flames. I don't want to be a madwomen who hurls out words that burn, scorch and bring painful injury to one of my sisters. Do you?

I am in Corgi Love with Pippa Lou. Training is going great. I have stuck to my guns and stayed by the book. She is house breaking very well. She gets to run loose only when we can keep a constant eye on her. We let her run after each potty break for about an hour then she gets tied to her kennel in the kitchen where everyone seems to gather and play with her. That way if an accident should happen it will not be on carpet and an easy clean up. She truly has not had many accidents and is getting more freedom as we are beginning to trust her~ a little.  She has learned to go to the door and tell us now when she needs to go out. She is very smart~ I have to admit.

We keep her on a feeding schedule with a strict diet. Corgi dogs are a low maintenance dog. They are originally from England and are herding dogs. That is why they have such short ~ chunky legs. They tend to gain weight for this reason. So to protect Pippa's joints as she ages she will always have to be on a strict diet. That is so hard~ no human food. Once Brian snuck in a piece of bacon and he was in big trouble. It truly is hard not to want to treat her. We are spoiling and training her with healthy treats.


She is very spoiled and loves to herd just about anything. The cats and chickens are not real fond of her herding them . The cats have smacked her a time or two so she is learning to herd her toys. And momma is not letting her herd the chickens. Poor girls are scared to death!

Having a puppy takes a lot of work~ just like having a new baby in house. Just in case I am making it sound easy ~on the contrary. But the hard work~ 3:00 AM potty breaks and and consistency are beginning to pay off. Whew~ I am so thankful. This momma is worn out.