One of my greatest pet peeves, you know one of those that gets on your nerves immediately, is nonsense advice.
I was very known for spouting advice to and fro without much thought, but I am glad the good Lord is teaching me to listen more instead. Looking back, I'm ashamed of how many nonsense advice I must have given.
When given nonsense advice, I used them sarcasm. The loving Hubby patiently taught me to have better reins over my sarcastic nature. This was very hard because I spent many years perfecting my unbeatable sarcastic remarks and comebacks. Ask Paolo if you doubt :P
Last time I spoke with my brother, I couldn't help it.
We were talking on the phone and he was sharing his new experience of having to live by himself and having more responsabilities on his house. The dish washing, cloth washing, picking up, tiddying up, and dusting off were all a good humbling lessons for a boy who had had everything done for him for far too long. I was very happy to hear that, but I was also simpathetic with him. He said he could now understood what I meant by appreciating who and what you had before you had it taken away and done all by yourself.
I began sharing him that we were house hunting and now I would have a whole house to take care of.
And then he said: "Why are you renting? You should buy a home instead of renting. It would be much better, you know."
I couldn't help myself, "You don't say. Really! Wow, that thought had never crossed my mind before. I'm gonna go tell Rodol right now that we should buy a house instead. How silly of me!"
That's what happens when the boy has been given everything on a silver platter. I think at one point I got rude more than sarcastic. But seriously, this to me is nonesense advice. Does he even know how much is a mortgage this day? Wouldn't I be buying my house if I COULD!
Nonsense advice is when you advice me to do something I WOULD already be doing if I had the faculty to, but if I'm not doing it, what is the point of you advicing it?
Ok. I told you it was a pet peeve that really got on my nerves.
I'm three months pregnant. My doctor told me I don't have to stress. I'm living for two now, and I must have the little one in mind at all times. I do. It's all I think about. But guess what? I still stress. ALOT!!!!
My husband tells me I don't have to stress. My family and friends tell me I don't have to stress. My boss and coworkers tell me I don't need to stress. All the time!
IF I COULD STOP STRESSING BECAUSE OF YOUR CONSTANT TELLING ME NOT TO STRESS I WOULD ALREADY BE RELAXED!!!!!!!!
Augh. This is the first time the blog post that has been an outlet.
The more they tell me not stress guess what is actually producing? Yep! You guessed right! More stress.
Satan and his demons are combo pack fans. Oh yes they are. They would always go to a fast food restaurant and order that huge family combo pack.
Their attacks are always on combos.
Last week I was asked to do a web application using a new JAVA language JSF. I was so slow learning it, it pilled up my work demand. Everything got accumulated. Result: a very, very burdened and stressed Linda.
I even shed tears from the overwhelm. I've been leaving work two to three hours late everyday!
The hubby gets sick and can no longer attend his pregnant ailed and very tired wife. The already not-feeling-so-well wife has to see how she looks over her worst-not-feeling-so-well hubby. Add the doctor, meds, and exams fees, which would have to be added to the already escalating prenatal exams, meds, and doctor fees. It's been three sleepless nights accompanied by early morning rises to a large pille of workload.
The dessert in the combo:
The dog gets sick!
Really? Really? Add worrying that the dog dies and the vet fees to the combo.
If you can't accompany your advice with: I'll help you with the cooking today since you're feeling bad, I'll come give you company while you look after the hubs, here have $20 to help with you worrying growing debt, DON'T tell me not to stress.
Ok, so more venting huh?
Where is the lesson needed to be learned?
Where is the part where you stop being selfish thinking only of yourself and humble down?
It's nonsense advice because I rely on what I'm capable to do, what I have faculty to achieve.
I am capable of nothing!
I've been asking my mom to pray for me everyday.
I've been expecting emails filled with stress-relieving advice from her.
The only thing she said: I've been reading my Bible every morning and that has made all the difference.
Well, I haven't touched my Bible since past post.
As always, mommy knows best.
They tell me not to stress because they care for me and my baby, not because they want to get on my nerves. Alot of close loved ones HAVE been helping you out and having you on their prayers. There is no need to explode with sarcasm and rudeness on your loved ones just because you are overwhelmed. And if there is a need to vent, your heavenly Father is waiting for you to take your burdens to His cross.
Psalms 55:22:
"Give your burdens to the Lord. He will not permit the Godly to slip nor fall."
Matthew 11:28-30:
"Come unto me, all you who labor and are heavy burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart and you shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
I Peter 5:7:
"Casting all your cares upon Him, for He cares for you."
In fishing, it takes a lot of 'casting' (fishing)...before 'catching'.
So in getting rid of burdens, a lot of praying....and faith brings the 'lifting of burdens'.
Dear God,
I'm sorry. I've been in alot of stress and burden. There is no excuse not to be searching You for You are my deliverer. Please, I beg of you, don't let my stressing affect the baby. Help seek You earnestly so that I might know the way and know the God in Whom I trust. Give me a gentil and soft spirit that I might reply to everyone with kindness and respect, for I know they do what they do because they care for me. Forgive me for the times I've let my anger and frustration control me. Thank you for having me, the baby, the hubs, and even the dog in your hands. Thank you because my financial security is in You and not my bank account. Thank you for the music of DC Talk that helps with the stress at work and has great messages. Thank you for the first mother's day roses and congratulations I've received. Thank for being here with me and for me inspite of me. I'm a sinner, Father; a sinner hoping to be a good mother. I want to be a good mother and a good example for my child right now. Help me. Help me be my husband's help meet and keep your commands of honoring him always, even when I'm feeling sick, tired, and frustrated. Thank you for these hard times. You can take care of these combos Satan throws at me. YOU have the FACULTY. In You I must rely.
I love You!
I was very known for spouting advice to and fro without much thought, but I am glad the good Lord is teaching me to listen more instead. Looking back, I'm ashamed of how many nonsense advice I must have given.
When given nonsense advice, I used them sarcasm. The loving Hubby patiently taught me to have better reins over my sarcastic nature. This was very hard because I spent many years perfecting my unbeatable sarcastic remarks and comebacks. Ask Paolo if you doubt :P
Last time I spoke with my brother, I couldn't help it.
We were talking on the phone and he was sharing his new experience of having to live by himself and having more responsabilities on his house. The dish washing, cloth washing, picking up, tiddying up, and dusting off were all a good humbling lessons for a boy who had had everything done for him for far too long. I was very happy to hear that, but I was also simpathetic with him. He said he could now understood what I meant by appreciating who and what you had before you had it taken away and done all by yourself.
I began sharing him that we were house hunting and now I would have a whole house to take care of.
And then he said: "Why are you renting? You should buy a home instead of renting. It would be much better, you know."
I couldn't help myself, "You don't say. Really! Wow, that thought had never crossed my mind before. I'm gonna go tell Rodol right now that we should buy a house instead. How silly of me!"
That's what happens when the boy has been given everything on a silver platter. I think at one point I got rude more than sarcastic. But seriously, this to me is nonesense advice. Does he even know how much is a mortgage this day? Wouldn't I be buying my house if I COULD!
Nonsense advice is when you advice me to do something I WOULD already be doing if I had the faculty to, but if I'm not doing it, what is the point of you advicing it?
Ok. I told you it was a pet peeve that really got on my nerves.
I'm three months pregnant. My doctor told me I don't have to stress. I'm living for two now, and I must have the little one in mind at all times. I do. It's all I think about. But guess what? I still stress. ALOT!!!!
My husband tells me I don't have to stress. My family and friends tell me I don't have to stress. My boss and coworkers tell me I don't need to stress. All the time!
IF I COULD STOP STRESSING BECAUSE OF YOUR CONSTANT TELLING ME NOT TO STRESS I WOULD ALREADY BE RELAXED!!!!!!!!
Augh. This is the first time the blog post that has been an outlet.
The more they tell me not stress guess what is actually producing? Yep! You guessed right! More stress.
Satan and his demons are combo pack fans. Oh yes they are. They would always go to a fast food restaurant and order that huge family combo pack.
Their attacks are always on combos.
Last week I was asked to do a web application using a new JAVA language JSF. I was so slow learning it, it pilled up my work demand. Everything got accumulated. Result: a very, very burdened and stressed Linda.
I even shed tears from the overwhelm. I've been leaving work two to three hours late everyday!
The hubby gets sick and can no longer attend his pregnant ailed and very tired wife. The already not-feeling-so-well wife has to see how she looks over her worst-not-feeling-so-well hubby. Add the doctor, meds, and exams fees, which would have to be added to the already escalating prenatal exams, meds, and doctor fees. It's been three sleepless nights accompanied by early morning rises to a large pille of workload.
The dessert in the combo:
The dog gets sick!
Really? Really? Add worrying that the dog dies and the vet fees to the combo.
If you can't accompany your advice with: I'll help you with the cooking today since you're feeling bad, I'll come give you company while you look after the hubs, here have $20 to help with you worrying growing debt, DON'T tell me not to stress.
Ok, so more venting huh?
Where is the lesson needed to be learned?
Where is the part where you stop being selfish thinking only of yourself and humble down?
It's nonsense advice because I rely on what I'm capable to do, what I have faculty to achieve.
I am capable of nothing!
I've been asking my mom to pray for me everyday.
I've been expecting emails filled with stress-relieving advice from her.
The only thing she said: I've been reading my Bible every morning and that has made all the difference.
Well, I haven't touched my Bible since past post.
As always, mommy knows best.
They tell me not to stress because they care for me and my baby, not because they want to get on my nerves. Alot of close loved ones HAVE been helping you out and having you on their prayers. There is no need to explode with sarcasm and rudeness on your loved ones just because you are overwhelmed. And if there is a need to vent, your heavenly Father is waiting for you to take your burdens to His cross.
Psalms 55:22:
"Give your burdens to the Lord. He will not permit the Godly to slip nor fall."
Matthew 11:28-30:
"Come unto me, all you who labor and are heavy burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart and you shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
I Peter 5:7:
"Casting all your cares upon Him, for He cares for you."
In fishing, it takes a lot of 'casting' (fishing)...before 'catching'.
So in getting rid of burdens, a lot of praying....and faith brings the 'lifting of burdens'.
Dear God,
I'm sorry. I've been in alot of stress and burden. There is no excuse not to be searching You for You are my deliverer. Please, I beg of you, don't let my stressing affect the baby. Help seek You earnestly so that I might know the way and know the God in Whom I trust. Give me a gentil and soft spirit that I might reply to everyone with kindness and respect, for I know they do what they do because they care for me. Forgive me for the times I've let my anger and frustration control me. Thank you for having me, the baby, the hubs, and even the dog in your hands. Thank you because my financial security is in You and not my bank account. Thank you for the music of DC Talk that helps with the stress at work and has great messages. Thank you for the first mother's day roses and congratulations I've received. Thank for being here with me and for me inspite of me. I'm a sinner, Father; a sinner hoping to be a good mother. I want to be a good mother and a good example for my child right now. Help me. Help me be my husband's help meet and keep your commands of honoring him always, even when I'm feeling sick, tired, and frustrated. Thank you for these hard times. You can take care of these combos Satan throws at me. YOU have the FACULTY. In You I must rely.
I love You!
"Well, I haven't touched my Bible since past post." Yes, I also find that when I'm the most disconnected from God, I haven't been in the word! Thank you for your blog post. :)
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