Sigh, I'm Bored... Oh wait, I didn't mean it. Nooooo!

It seems like one of the biggest lessons I learned growing up was never, and I mean never to say I'm bored. The truth is bored don't mean I am tired of doing nothing and I would take anything right now but that is always how it is interpreted, at least that was true as a kid. I would say it and then be given a half a dozen things I could do anywhere from homework to housework. Nothing was more frustrating then to wish you had something fun to do, express that, and then be given chores instead. Because of this I too this day catch myself before saying those two little words, two words that can ruin an already bad day.

As I have gotten older I have found that the same can be true within our parent, child relationship with God. I have always heard that if you'd best not pray for patience unless you are ready for God to give you a situation in which you will need it. God teaches through experiences. The lessons we learn in life are not the kind you can learn by sitting in a class room listening to a teacher tell you how it works. Sure we have some of that in church but none of that talking means anything unless we take it out into the world with us and apply it too our lives. God uses his word and those he has called into the ministry to verbalize his lessons but He doesn't just stop there. He has complete control over what happens in our lives and if He feels there is a message or lesson that we just haven't really gotten He steps in and make sure we have got it. Man if only teachers had the time and resources to do that no child would ever be left behind.

So back to being bored. It may sound mainly like a kid thing, I mean we have more responsibilities now, more freedom to go out if we want, but lets face it, we all still have out moment of being bored. But now when I catch myself thinking, man I wish I had something to do, I stop myself and think about the fact that just because Mom isn't going to hear my thoughts and come hand me a list of stuff that needs washed or picked up doesn't mean there still isn't someone listening. Before I start (mentally) whining about having nothing to do I need to consider the fact that I am really being blessed right now and that soon enough I may be begging for this time to chill.

All that said, I have been sitting here thinking about what I should do, I know that no matter how much my mind wants me to think there is nothing to do right now, realistically I have a room that is a mess (not to mention a house) and sewing projects I have been putting off because they just aren't as interesting as I might like (mending pants and the like), or about 3 loads of laundry that I could be doing. Its interesting that instead of catching myself from saying I'm bored so that Mom wont give me a list of things to do, I myself and giving myself that list. A sign, of growing up I assume, what a bummer.