El Shaddai Children’s Home could use Your Help.

Pictured above is a “Jojo” or water tank that stores the water supply that the El Shaddai Children’s Home relies on. These Jojos are filled from water that is pumped from a bore hole located on the neighboring mountain.

Last week, heavy rains and wind caused an electric wire to short at the El Shaddai Orphanage resulting in a small fire and destroying the water pump and breaker panel that supplies the orphanage with water as well as two refrigerators. Repair costs are estimated to exceed $4000.

Please be in prayer for resolution to this problem as El Shaddai has been without water since the storm. Donations to help address this unexpected problem can be made at www.james127.org Or on the Compassionate Life Facebook Page and are greatly appreciated.

The El Shaddai Children’s Home is home to over sixty orphans left in the wake of Swaziland’s HIV/AIDS epidemic. This small country in southern Africa currently has the highest rate of HIV and AIDS in the world creating a staggering number of children left with no parents or family. Many of the children who have found a home at the orphanage were rescued from homelessness and near starvation.

 

Why Can’t I Just Shut Up!

“Why do you always have to say something? Can’t you, just once, not say anything?”

I had just annoyed my daughter for the third time in a five-minute conversation, by telling her she needed to vacuum the inside of her car. . . which was true . . .but why do I have to say it. She is twenty years old, and if she doesn’t want to vacuum out the interior of her car, who am I to say she needs to? Yet, I can’t stop myself. I am that dad.

The preceding two annoyances within the same conversation were sparked by my telling her that A) she was spending too much time and money on tanning, and B) her and her peers, the Millennials, would be the downfall of modern civilization . . . and perhaps any other alien civilizations that were sneaking around here on earth. I was just kidding about millennials ending life as we know it, but even then, she claims that I only joke about things that I believe to be true.

My unwanted advice not only annoys my daughter, but it annoys me as well. I remember the unwanted advice from my parents when I was twenty. I remember thinking I would never do that to my kids when I had them. Yet here I am, spitting out droplets of knowledge and opinion at what might be an even higher rate than was spat upon me.

Often, after a conversation has taken place, I’ll go back and inventory all the things I had said that annoyed my daughter. I’ll determine which of my comments were necessary and which were just me being that kind of dad. Last night’s inventory went something like this:

I told her: “You shouldn’t wear your white sneakers after it has rained all day. They will just get muddy. You will ruin them.”

In review: The statement is true. Yet, I have told her this since she was a child. If she hasn’t learned by now, my telling her again is probably unnecessary. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it. . . But then, maybe if I say it enough, it might actually sink in some day . . . yes, this statement was justified.

I told her: “You shouldn’t buy the Chili Cheese Fritos because the regular Fritos are better. The Chili Cheese flavor is just an artificial powder that is blasted onto the corn chips.“

In review: Why should it matter to me which Fritos she buys? . . . even if the regular Fritos being better than the Chili Cheese Fritos borders on fact rather than opinion. I just need to keep quiet. Maybe she has never tried the regular Fritos, though. Maybe my mentioning it will open a whole new world of Frito awesomeness to her. Yes, this statement was justified.

I told her: “You spend too much time with your nose stuck in that phone. You need to shut that thing off and live life in the real world for a while.”

In review: She rebutted that I had spent the previous two hours sitting on the couch staring at my phone. This was true, but I was killing time playing Angry Birds. Killing time is different than living inside my phone. She then pointed out that I was flipping through my phone while I was telling her not to be on her phone so much . . . again, true, but I was waiting for a response to a particularly well thought out and edgy comment I had made on a thread debating pros and cons of the latest Doctor Who character. She obviously cannot distinguish between warranted phone time and unwarranted phone time. This statement was certainly justified.

 

After a thorough review of my previous night’s unsolicited interjections, I determined that they were all justified . . . . ugh, I was hopeless. I was THAT dad.

It’s so hard to shut off the part of me who managed her existence from cradle to diploma. It’s hard accept she might make decisions that are different than the ones I would make. I guess that because I love her, I want to improve her life any way I can. I guess that because she is now an independent adult, I will desperately do anything to stay relevant in her life. . . even annoy her to the point where she questions whether she wants me in her life.