No Longer A Fool

The older I get the more I appreciate the wisdom around me. When I was young I looked at older people as being “old school” “stuffy” or “out of touch”. I had little use for their “fuddy duddy” views. My lack of wisdom was quite evident as I foolishly judged and labeled their wisdom as “religious” among other things.

I despised the counsel of those that were trying to help me as I trusted more and more in my own wisdom. The results often landed me in a world of regret.

With age I have gained some wisdom. I have learned to value and appreciate those around me who have greater wisdom than I. I am now thankful for the lessons and experiences of others that have guided me through the years. I have no problem seeking out the counsel of those whose wisdom has become evident to me.

What exactly is wisdom?  The World English Dictionary defines wisdom as “The ability or result of an ability to think and act utilizing knowledge, experience, understanding, common sense and insight.” It is not enough to have knowledge but to be able to understand and use that knowledge.

The Bible in Proverbs 1:7 says “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools ( a stupid fellow) despise wisdom and instruction.” It is important to be teachable and humble. There is always wisdom to be gained as long as we are alive.  Not only does the fool despise wisdom but I believe it is the fool who thinks he is wiser than he is.

With each passing day, I see a greater need for wisdom. The older I get the more it seems that I find myself seeking the wisdom of God as well as the counsel of others.  I have discovered a valuable gift that I desire and pray fervently for.


By melissasmccormick

I Choose Thankfulness


Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I have so much to be thankful for but often take those things for granted. I often reflect over my life and stand in amazement over how blessed I am. As a teenager, I could never have dreamed my life would have turned out as wonderful as it has. As great as I have it, I must admit to complaining when it comes to the stress of the holidays.

Twenty-three years ago I spent Thanksgiving in the hospital giving birth to my precious first son. It was the best Thanksgiving ever. No football, no turkey, no cooking, no cleaning up dinner dishes. I got to just sit and snuggle my new baby all day.  I didn’t even mind the hospital food, it beat Turkey. This Thanksgiving my daughter could have the same wonderful experience that I did as she could give birth any minute.

Though I am not a big fan of Thanksgiving food and I admittedly get grumpy at all the prep work and clean up at times. I must remember that one day these times spent with family will eventually become faded memories. As parents age and grandkids get married and start their own families, we will be forced to change our traditions. One large family will morph into many smaller ones as we find less space available to house all of us at once.

So this Thanksgiving I will be thankful that I get to spend the holidays with family, for there are others who are all alone without anybody this year. I will be thankful for my spouse, for some are spending their holiday without theirs. I will be thankful for my children and grandchildren for there are those who long for children of their own. I will be thankful for my food because there are some who are starving. I will be thankful this holiday because I do not know who will be around to share it with next year.

Being thankful is a choice. I can choose to be thankful and appreciate the things in my life or I can be ungrateful and whine about things I don’t like. My attitude has been checked and I will choose thankfulness.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!!

By melissasmccormick

My Father’s Eyes

Today I met my biological father for the second time since being adopted as a little girl. He was so kind and so sweet. He kept hugging me. Every time he sat near me or stood near me he was touching my back or somehow showing physical affection. He even teased with me, picking on my little sister and I. There was a spark in his eyes that made me fight back tears in mine. I recognized that spark from being a parent myself. For the first time in my life I got to feel the love and pride of an earthly father. I not only felt it, but I could see it. I had waited my whole life for this moment.

I don’t understand why this was taking place at this time of my life. My first instinct was to get angry at why I had to miss out on having a daddy who would love his little princess the way my husband loved our girls, or the way my son-in-law loves my grand-daughter. I wanted to cry for the little girl who missed out. After a little pity party I opted to view the situation differently.

What a blessing it is that I have been given this one night to experience what I have waited a life time to feel. My dad is getting up there in age, and I am not sure I will get to see him again this side of heaven. Should our paths not cross again, I feel I received a precious gift from God that allowed a little hole in my heart to be filled.

Looking into my dads blue eyes I saw mine, glancing quickly into his tender heart, I could see mine. His need to always be on the go doing something, he passed on to me as well. Had circumstances been different I have a feeling I would have been a daddy’s girl. All I can do now is speculate in vain what things could have been like, or accept and enjoy what I have been given today.

It has always been difficult for me to understand God as a loving Father because I did not know what that truly looked like. I have met some pretty wonderful guys who were good fathers, but it is quite different going your whole life just seeing it  than actually experiencing it.

My meeting with my dad reminded me of God the Father. I imagine the spark that I saw in my dad’s eyes can also be seen in my heavenly Father’s eyes, only magnified. Though I fail and fall very short, His love for me remains unconditional. Though I do nothing spectacular in this world’s eyes, He is proud of me just because I am His daughter. His love is perfect, it never fails and it never ends.

I am grateful to have met my dad, but I am thankful that through all those years I have always had a Father in God.

2 Corinthians 6:18 (NIV) – “I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty

By melissasmccormick