I used to think … that a woman who lost a day of productivity each
month due to her cycle was a wuss and lacked gumption.
month due to her cycle was a wuss and lacked gumption.
I used to think… that the persistent taking off and putting on
of reading glasses was vanity over appearances,
not simply because one cannot see some things with them,
nor can one see certain things without them.
I used to think … utility trumped beauty every time.
I used to think … liturgy in worship was mechanical, cold, and dead.
I used to think… painted toenails were pointless.
I used to think … if you listened to country music, you were a moron to be pitied.
I used to think … because it was fruit, I could eat all I wanted.
I used to think … cloth napkins were a waste of time.
Forgive me, Lord.
How have you changed?
What did you use to think?
A Living Pencil 
I used to think I would never be done with diapers, cloth ones, at that. And I used to think I would never make it through the puberty and hormones of four daughters. And I REALLY didn’t think I would ever be a grandma!!! Not to mention wear bifocals while I was still in my forties, AND not care whether I got the kind where you couldn’t tell they were bifocals or not 😉
I LOVE your comment about country music – that is CLASSIC!!! and hilarious.
Great *ponderable*
I’m still re-reading the Lutheran prayer from last week, looking for opportunities in my field of service.
Loved the post today. I didnt post my *draft*
Dana in GA
PS I used to NOT THINK before I spoke………..I’m only marginally better at that 🙂
I used to think several of the same things you listed. And when my youngest son was in his teens I was sure I would never survive those years! And now he is one of the lights of my life! Along with his siblings of course. And the grandchildren and the great-grandchildren!As for not understanding what I was talking about, I sort of understand it but obviously not well enough to explain it clearly. In fact the only reason I said as much as I did was the possibility that someone reading it would be sufficiently versed in the medical field that it would be meaningful. Anyone else, don’t worry about it! The important thing was the results and I am praising God for that.
I used to think I could do so much. I used to think that writing and sending letters to family wasn’t such a big deal, so I didn’t. (Email has helped quite a bit.)
I used to think the same about liturgy…..
I used to think saying thank you should be enough for people, thank you note were a waste of time
I used to think calling my mom once a month was suffecient
I used to think I had to tell you my life story in order for you to really understand me
I used to think goodbyes were easy
I used to think you couldn’t truely love someone if you fought with them and were (ever) selfish
…..wow! I hadn’t thought of those things all together before. Thank you Lord for Your lovingkindness, mercy and grace.
I used to think that 58 was old—
I used to think hymns were boring.
I used to think dieting was easy.
I used to think I’d live in Tahiti.
I used to think
I used to think Johnny Mathis was really tan.
Can I use this on my blog.
I think it is tons of fun :o)
I used to think my Mom and Dad didn’t know how to manage their money because we never seemed to have lots of excess……..then I moved out !!!
I used to think 25 was old and 50 was really old……..now I am almost 25 and my Mom is almost……
Luv ya Mommy.
It’s lovely of you to ask, Donna, but you didn’t need to. Sure, use it on your blog!
Oh, Hoffer!! I will NEVER forget that one conversation we had when you were about 16. “Why don’t we have money?” you wondered. Life seemed so simple and basic, you thought your dad made a good wage, and things did not add up. Was I calm as I showed you our budget? OR did I get my hackles up, heh heh?
Nothing tasted as good as that sheepish grin you had when I threw that question back to you about three years later.
I meant to write what you said, too….
I used to think 50 was old……………
I love you too, dear dear (Old Gentleman) boy!!
A quarter of a century!! That’s (ahem) ANCIENT!!
I was beginning to think you were out of town……..
I used to think…that MY kids will NEVER do that.that housework was simply being organized.that fat people were fat because they chose to be.that adoption was simply another way of having children.Now I know that…my kids not only DO that, but in front of everyone, too!housework needs discipline and familial cooperation.sometimes fat just is.adoption is intensely emotional and complex.
Oh, Kim, you’ve been on my mind this week. How many hours did you spend in ER? Do they give volume discounts? Or after ten visits, the next one is free? Hugs to you and your recovering kids. CarolPS I like your I used to thinks
9 hours in ER, Carol. LOL Who knew sitting around was so weary-ing! The dr was pretty surprised with our 2nd visit; ‘You were just here!’ Yep!Ds (dear son) got his cast today. The break had moved a little so they had to make the cast push a bit here and there to reduce the fracture somewhat. I’ve been reassured that it will be FINE, due to kids’ bones still growing, etc. He gets another cast in a couple of weeks, and then we should be done when that one comes off. Phew! Anyone have any tricks for all the itches he can’t reach with the iced tea spoon?? LOLThe packing up and getting ready to evacuate was pretty tiring, but it revealed to me how much God has caused me to grow in the area of clutching my material possessions too closely to my chest. As I was picking and choosing what to throw in the car it was relatively easy to walk past all those precious items and pack the pragmatic stuff like special blankies the kids can’t sleep without, all the Important Files, the address book, the bill box, etc. Not that I wouldn’t have missed those other precious items if they had been lost to the fire, but I don’t think I would have gone into mourning for them. Such a difference from a few short years ago; and how freeing!We’ve had so very much to be truly thankful for this last week! Ds didn’t have to go to Walla Walla to have the arm set, the reaction to the anesthetic (or whatever) wasn’t serious-serious, the break was bad but not worse, the fire was close, but was contained. So many things that could have so easily been so much more serious and trying, but God deflected them with His hand.
I couldn’t resist making a list of my own for my blog. This was such a fun exercise! I really do think that the small details of life show forth growth in a far greater way than we normally stop to realize. It feels good to mark something measurable on the growth chart.
I used to think 45 was OLD.I used to think doctrine was scripture.I used to think Jane Austen was boring.I used to think I couldn’t live without McDonald’s or ice cream.I used to think “organic” was overrated.I used to think decks were stupid.I used to think there was a limit to human selfishness.I used to think my daughter was more like me. (Now, I’m just not sure!)Nice post!