May 26, 2018
I am a northeast girl living in the south and it has taught me much! I never met a Doppelgänger (that I know of) but moving here introduced me to lots of large and small scary looking potential ganger types anxious to make my acquaintence!
ARE THESE Doppelgängers ?
DO THEY CONSIDER ME DINNER?
September 8, 2012
A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird? – Edward Hersey Richards
July 25, 2011
Gross!!! Hmmm . . . might be betraying my generation and age by using that word, but I’ll bet you got the point. Ewww! Seriously. Was tired last night and flipped through the channels on TV and came upon s show on the Food network. Not gonna even discuss what they were eating. Used to be alive though. Then I flipped further and found a nature channel and not only saw a creature I’d never want to meet up close, but he was closing in on dinner and let’s just say, I flipped the channel quickly not wanting to see that. I headed to Facebook where I found that a friend had the joy of unloading a wild beast with sharp teeth from a spot in his yard where the foolish creature had gotten caught. Back to TV. This time I hit a home remodeling station and found a show where they happily displayed a kitchen overrun with mice and sure enough the family was eating at the kitchen table . . . . one of those shows about people who can’t throw anything out and actually choose to live in a mess. Okay, I live in the south and we get bugs here that are big enough to place a saddle on but I work hard to keep them far from my front door!
Is there a point to this? There sure is! I was just thinking that these things I just mentioned remind me of my walk with Christ. Yup, it’s true. First off, He is waiting with loving arms stretched calling me ot turn over my mess to Him, yet I foolishly find myself all too often keeping my mess. Hey, it’s familiar. I’m used to my mess. I don’t like my mess. Hmmm . . . they say change can be good. He is smiling and holding out His arms to me. Maybe I should . . . .
I sometimes find myself trapped in a situation I got myself in . . . He is there waiting me every time. He sets me free.
I don’t always understand His purpose in my life, but you know what? He had a purpose in creating those creatures I find totally gross. He has one for me, too! What a relief!