Bye, Beach Bliss

People love the ocean waves.

Me, I love them for a while

And then the sand is everywhere

And burned face cracks to smile.

So keep your beach and burning sand

And I will go to pool instead

And water will still cool me off

And with bathroom close by.

(Not a beach hater, just a realist. Lol)

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Ant Invasion

Weird story: So, the weirdest thing ever was discovered on July 4th morning. Overnight, we were blessed with an invasion of ants. And a colony had invaded our bathroom and set up house in, of all places, our clear towel rack! We thought they had tunneled through the stupid built in rack holders the genius builders of the 80’s thought was so very clever. And we fumigated and got all but the few and queen surrounding the eggs in the center of the towel rack. This morning, however, there were more in the towel rack and I looked up and they were coming in through the fan as I had killed them on the outside of the house where they were getting in and thus prevented their escape. So, now they are all dead but that was so strange and immediate.

Application: I can’t help but associate that infestation with the infestation of sin. Sin sneaks in little by little by digging the hole and accumulating in unseen, unnoticed spaces of our lives. And when we least expect it and our defenses are down, we are overrun with our complacency and then have to deal with it.

Lesson learned: protect and be defensive, prepared with prayer and armed with sin-killer, a relationship with Jesus.😄 ❤

Contemplations on Being a Misfit

I have never fit in, always stood out like a sore thumb. My mom said that was my uniqueness and that strong leaders rarely blend in. I think that is partly true. Part of it is that I am an alien. Not an outer space one, but that I am a Christian, so my home is heaven and my Father is God. That makes a person weird in a society that worships the limited human as God and is petrified of death. I see eternal plus big picture and others see temporal plus details. And that difference of vision makes me very very weird. People don’t know what to do with me but follow if I deign to lead if the moment calls for it. It is just how it is. It used to be a lonely life but the closer I get to my Father God, the less lonely I feel. And I know forever looms closer than it ever has, so it’s all good.❤

Appearances are Often Misleading

Case in point. My distant neighbors had a white tent up that appeared to surround their house. My daughter observed it and asked about it. At first glance, I answered her that we needed to pray for our poor neighbors who must have to have their house fumigated for termites. Later, I discover I was wrong and that the tent was beside their house and was housing their daughter’s wedding reception. Lol How funny. I pictured termites meeting their demise in this tent and here is a new life union instead. And it goes to show that maybe some things we say or do require a greater explanation, many words or very clear and efficient ones. It is often necessary to explain or people will misrepresent us, just as we can easily misunderstand other people. Ask. Explain. Check. Certainly do so before speaking of what you are not certain with others. We seem to have lost the ability or desire to communicate with all this tech and anti-social (a good example of something not as it appears) media and endless entertainment and/or games and chats. We must be careful. It is imperitive.❤

Teenage Struggle/I am Bible

As tears flow generously down the afore stained cheek, he mourns.

For loss of complete family and years of criticism, he breaks.

For neglect and demands and no free space, he wishes more.

While seeking meaning and purpose, he is scoffed.

In deep hormonal imbalance of teen season, he is insecure.

For him, I write love. I write courage. I write understanding. I write meaning. I write purpose. I write eternal security. I write truth. I am his Bible.❤

Facebook Snobs

Lol. I am sure Facebook people (of which I am not and have no account) do not intend on being snobs. But they assume everyone is on Facebook and some of us archaic people still prefer real people to their digital masks or counterparts. And these FB peeps club up on there and leave us out. “Well, I posted it” (in the air so it is not my fault you prefer the ground, you old fashioned freak) is their defense. We went to a 4-H meeting today and no one was there. “We posted the cancellation”. Oh, that’s OK then. No worries about my rearranging my old fashioned schedule for you FB addicts. So there is my official stance on the digital choice (which records and tracks and shares and maps you) versus real interactions with people who can still use full words in complete sentences and make eye contact. It’s like the whole world is playing Pokémon Go rather than living life, like an alternate reality they prefer to live in (now I sound like the snob lol) and whoever doesn’t climb on thr fantasy train distraction is an old fashioned oaf that doesn’t fit in so must be a weirdo. Lol Maybe a bit harsh and probably no one knows that is what they are doing, they slid into it so sweetly, bit by golly, we old timers are people too. And if your club cancels a meeting, please inform the rest of us who are not citizens of fruity FB land but real life people on the ground picking up the slack for y’all cell phone faces. Lol❤

The Quest for Rest

Restlessness accompanies busyness “in my world”, as my daughter so aptly puts it. I have had trouble focusing on God, concentrating on tasks, depression trying to resurface, etc with such a terribly busy schedule. There must be a balance I have not found yet between serving the Lord and fellow man with gladness and sleeping. Tending toward the workhorse (thanks for that, daddy), I want to help make up for so many who are not doing their share of serving. Maybe it is the strong humanitarian in me but “see a need, full a need” for me is quite literal. But in doing so, I can overlook little things like, say, sleep. I am tired. I have lazy people asking me to do more but no living person asking me to sit down and have a spot of tea and rest a bit. So, as my dad always said “I’ll rest in heaven” and he is, but I will try to sleep a bit now after prayers before I am worthless in my service. I am supposed to love and care for myself as well as other people too, I guess. ‘Night.❤