In college, I had a number of jobs, sometimes coinciding with each other. Anything to keep a roof over my head and stay in school. So one of these jobs was as a daycare worker. I loved my job because I had toddlers often and while it was their nap time I had babies to rock to sleep. It was a wanting-to-be-a-momma’s dream job. Mostly because I could sleep at night and also go out when I wanted to. lol I digress, the point is that one toddler, with his cute little roundness, when I told him to put the toys away because it was time for whatever it happened to be, he gave me this blank stare. I would repeat to put the toys away, he would repeat the blank stare. Only when I stopped what I was doing, usually putting down another kid I had just saved from a runaway child or something, and had him help me pick up the toys did the blank stare go away and he started helping. And often I have thought about that little boy, wondering if he continued the blank stare into adulthood, wondering if he is maddening some women he married or whether she will figure out that she needs to come alongside him. I often have tried the blank stare routine when asked to do something I did not want to do, pretending I didn’t understand what was asked or going on vacation in my mind. But when people come alongside and do that difficult thing with me, it makes all the difference in the world. You are welcome to borrow my sweet ward’s blank stare technique and see how you fare with it. In the meantime, it would be lovely to have some help and company of a good friend through all of life’s blank stare moments and maybe we can accomplish those difficult things together. And go drink milk and cookies when we’re done.
I am from a largish family. I don’t mean quantity, really. We are all with biggish tendencies, adipose blessed, I prefer to call it. I am a short person, so although the numbers on the scale seem just about right for someone my age, that is only really true were about 5-6 inches taller. And to top it off, I have given birth to two children and am now in peri-menopause. All that being said, I have to edit my body from time to time as I edit my books or songs in order to be sure I am presenting them in the best light. I am afraid that I have had the light off too long and thus am once again in edit mode. So, editing my body consists of my continued brisk morning half hour walk. And to add fuel to the fodder, I am doing an intestinal cleanse for 7 days. It is the old fashioned kind with raw fruits and veggies, etc. And of course truck loads of water. So, here we go in edit mode. I must be a good steward of the body God designed for me as well as the other blessings placed in my care. Why? Because it is nice. And because I want to be an appreciative soul and not a whiner. The world has way too many of those right now. Also, if I were to take great care in making something for someone, I would be so sad if they just trampled it under foot. I certainly don’t want to be a cause of sadness to God who made me that way. Even if I think He may have been a little too generous with my adipose blessing, I will smile and do the work of editing to present everything He gave me as a reflection of my respect for His work. Then when we are all in heaven, I will just smile proudly that the troublesome adipose layer is discarded for good in favor of blissful freedom of the soul. 🙂