Whispers of Wisdom


I sit and think sometimes. I am not sure the young people do a bunch of that now a days. (wait, I can’t believe I just wrote that — I sound like my mother!! YIKES). My favorite place to think is by water. For 25 years I have had a lake within minutes of my house and we often spent time near water. I loved taking my kids to the lake and watching them play and swim. In the winter we enjoyed the frozen kind of water, snow. My best thinking was done while I watched the big fluffy snowflakes floating around and eventually piling up on the ground or talking a walk (while thinking) and playing in the most beautiful snow in the world!!

Many people have been told that wisdom is gained by thinking. Well, maybe it is in part. I tend to believe wisdom comes by testing. Testing requires success or failure. In each outcome, wisdom is gained.

One of the things I was always marked off on my writing assignments back in school is that I was not descriptive enough and I had too many run on sentences. Ok, can I confess something quick. I HATE stating the obvious. I like to think that my readers are pretty smart and can pick up on the obvious things. I guess wisdom has taught me different.

When my soul mate was alive we worked in tandem with each other. Where I was weak, he was strong. When he handled something I knew it would be done right. Yes even the dishes and laundry. I never nit-picked him. (Ok, I guess maybe early in the marriage I did). Since his passing I have found something new about me. I am not nearly so wise as I was before. We were wise together. We were great together. Our kids perfect! our house beautiful! We worked so well together.

I think I am in a deep phase of testing. I am gathering whispers of wisdom. I don’t have the funds nor the strength to repair things at home. Further more,  I don’t know what I am doing with raising my kids. They are stepping from the classroom of childhood into the laboratory of life. Success or failure will gain them whispers of wisdom.

Author: thewidowwomanblog

I am a 53 year old widow who is watching her kids step out into life while holding tight to the Creator's hand.

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