Posted by: shelleyjomoozings | April 28, 2014

An Innocent Chat – Part 3 of 3

God's plans are for good

(These are out of order, scroll down below for 1, and 3. Best understood if read in order, but I can’t seem to order them, even though I had them ordered from last to first when I posted. My apologies. Oh, and a friendly warning, my verbosity is showing, as I was processing as I wrote.)

 

Why is there still power in this ugly thing, and why do I care what people think or say?

God has dealt with my people-pleasing nature a long time ago. And I thought I was done, or close to done. Hmmmm.

Oh! Next level of learning, new chapter of the story, new grade to reach for! He’s not finished with me yet, and He’s not leaving me where I am. Thank God!

It is a relief to know that. I get to become more of who I want to be. A person unaffected by the opinions of others, a person free from the past, a person free from wounds and heartache, a person who has more of the fruit of the Holy Spirit. More and more fruit until I am dripping in sweet nectar for others to taste and know that God is good! Because He is good. Always.

When He’s correcting or convicting it is not mean or cruel. It is for our own good, for everyone’s good. He is too loving not to convict and correct.

It can be painful for a moment, but leads to freedom and healing, to growth, life and a nature that is more like His. And this is my greatest desire. To be more like Jesus, and like our Heavenly Father.

Several years ago I was dealt some serious blows, death-blows but God doesn’t let them kill us.

I was okay at first, in each of these blows, at least for that time. But then over time I unravelled. Additionally, loss of health insurance led to loss of medication and health care, which led to my already tenuous health issues growing worse by the day, which led to extreme fatigue and weakness, which led to more people talking about me, the combo all of which led to me withdrawing, which I know is wrong.

But honestly, I just wasn’t up to dealing with people issues. Say anything you want. I wasn’t up to it. I was flattened. Then more blows, which led to wounds, etc, etc.

My physical is just now becoming able to even collect thoughts and put them down. I can sometimes chat with people voice to voice, and occasionally be together with one at a time. I certainly was not up to leadership in any level, no matter what people have thought God wanted. Nor was I up to a lot of gathering together during a week. I’ve left a lot of people disappointed and hurt during this time, but I just couldn’t be what I had been.

So, with all the combined nonsense of health of my spirit, soul and body, I just avoided my usual “attack it head on” way of dealing with things. Which led to more people talking, more people saying things to me and about me, and more avoidance and occasional irritability.

Along the way, I’ve had “breakthroughs” on some issues that raised up, and that has been good and healing. Some of these needed extreme focus on forgiveness and love-them-as-they-are with situations that came along with the wounds. But now, it is time for this one.

But …

How to deal with mornings again? I must! I must as if it were my job. How to deal with health issues that affect time spent with people? How to deal with allergies? How to deal with my “system” as I call it?

I only know that if God is bringing it up right now, then it is time. It is time to get past this whole wounded area of my life and not let any health problem, sleep schedule, weakness, wound or emotion stop me. Period. He will make me able. I believe that even though I responded right at those times where wounds came in, band-aids were put on and it is time for their removal,  for the cleaning out and deep healing to happen. It wasn’t the right time. Or maybe not the right people around me. Whatever the reason, now it is God calling.

Please don’t be discouraged if God hasn’t healed you of deep pain in your life, or if your reputation has been sullied, whether by yourself or others. (Sometimes those words people speak of us have some truth in them.)

There is a time for the healing. A perfect time. A time of release of joy after sorrows. A time of His strengthening you to the task. I know it is true. Not only because His word says so, but because He has never failed me in this. Ever.

What triggered all of this? A facebook chat with a dearly-loved friend of mine. A champion in forgiving, loving and prayer. There was a moment when she hit a nerve in something that goes right along with what happened to me over and over for so many years, since my earliest childhood in family, schools, several groups and places.

I did my best to respond to her in truth about what I consider a gross deception that has been fed to people, including the churches. Something that stems from truth and God’s word, but has been added to and twisted and ends up not being truth at all. I tried to not wound her, either. She had no intention of hurting me, and truly she didn’t hurt me. The nerve was up and ready to be bumped. She had no idea what she stepped in. Poor thing!

But, she does believe what I have learned isn’t fully true. It’s an extreme doctrine that I have zero tolerance for as it isn’t truth and leaves many victims in its wake. Not just me, countless thousands and maybe more. In a way, it is a scam that has infiltrated the masses.  So, I tried to be loving as I stated that I am not going to play into that. She has her responsibilities in an area that we were talking about in the first place, and I made sure she knew I honor her position in that and don’t disrespect her.

But, I am still not playing into the wrong doctrine. It is too destructive. I hope I didn’t hurt her with my reaction, as I shot my statements to her in type very quickly. I didn’t mean to, that’s for sure. I made sure she knew I wasn’t mad at her, and if I had been I would get over it. (laughing) Yep. I believe very strongly in getting over myself and not staying mad or offended.

Sometimes I am just flat wrong. And whether or not this was the case last night, love always conquers all.

After that chat 7 hours ago,  I was weeping beyond control and shaking. It was a reaction that was so overblown it couldn’t have been about the chat, but about the root of the wound that is so deep. As I chatted in a chat box on fb with my sister later, (we chat nearly every night) I was still weeping and shaking. We were chatting about our online games in our own made-up language, made of our typos over time. The weeping stopped quickly. My sister-time does that for me.

My friend’s comments had hit a core or root issue in me. Maybe even a tap-root. It definitely wasn’t this young lady I was upset at, nor was I angry at her, or any person.

My band-aids had gotten ripped off suddenly after being on there for decades, some for a lifetime. Ouchie! And underneath is a wound that needs debriding, cleansing, medication and time to heal.

Don’t touch it! That’s the holler coming up from my center.

To make matters even more clear that it was of God, a friend on facebook posted this right after the chat I’d reacted to. Well this was a link in her post of another blog, find it here:  http://www.pilgrimgram.com/2007/06/clean-refrigerator-prayers.html

It is about getting to the nasty stuff lurking in us, like the science projects in our refrigerator. I like the post and recommend it.

Right after that, on facebook, KLOVE posted this:

 

Meet together, build up, encourage.

 

sigh! Okay! Okay! I hear You! (Huge smile)

I have finally, a half hour ago stopped shaking physically, though I wasn’t upset at all within a few minutes of the chat. It is that deep and huge.

Bleh!

I hate the sneak attack when something hits you out of the blue like that. It can hit its target without any resistance at all! Do you hate that, too? I know this “sneak attack” was by my God, Jehovah Sneaky ( a made-up name, not Biblical), but it sure caught me off guard!

Names of God

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

Ever been there?

I’m glad God loves me!

Posted by: shelleyjomoozings | April 28, 2014

True Confessions, An Innocent Chat – Part 1 of 3

The Lord Stood With Me

Verbose posts, as I was processing and not filtering much. Sorry!

True Confessions. . .

Sigh!

Don’t you just love it when God has you share something or prepare to teach something, and then shows you that you have more work in that same area, too? It happens to me regularly, especially if I am to teach on the subject.

I have learned the lesson myself, then pass a series of “tests”, or as happens sometimes…fail, fail, get better but not quite good, then pass! Then take another one! Learn to see that it is the same lesson, but not in the same way or area of life as these levels of learning are carried along in my life. Finally passing again in different ways of it being presented, and hopefully doing better as I go along. Then I get ready to teach it or share on it and whamo! More tests!

Its like earning grades in a way. You can pass with a D, but what have you learned? I prefer to pass with an A. Its a thing in my life. If I don’t have an A, I realize I just don’t know the subject like I should. So I certainly can’t apply what I’ve learned well. And when God is teacher, I want to know, understand and live out whatever the subject is.

I find that even after sharing/teaching, I go through more tests. Teachers are more accountable for what is taught and God wants us to know what’s right and live it out.

Problem is… … … Me! My self gets in the way all too often. Even when I see it fairly clearly, recognize it, or wonder if that is something God is bringing to my attention for me (usually is) my first response can sometimes be … … … avoidance at all costs! And yes, it costs. Precious time, freedom, peace, relationship-health, etc. High cost.

But what do I do when I don’t want to face it up square in the eye, like I usually do? Stall! Avoid. Duck. Procrastinate. Head another way.  Anything but what I should be doing, which is face it head on and deal brutally with whatever it is I need to face. bleh!

I knew the other day when I posted my last post I was in trouble. (laughing wholeheartedly now)

I know full well one of the most important things God wants of us, each one of us without exception, is for us to meet together for hearing His word and worshiping Him together. Now, I know that structured church isn’t the only way to do this, and I have a lot of “communing” with other believers. But a serious issue in my life that has shown up at various times in my life is church attendance.

Hence Conviction. Ewwww!

I go very faithfully, and for long periods of time, usually at least 8 years or more without a problem. But, when I get disconnected from a specific group for any reason, the commute, God releasing me, or whatever the reason is, I unplug. It is like I have no physical place. I always stay with a place/group until I feel released by God. I have even refused good opportunities that would come with a move if I don’t feel the clearance by God from my place of worship.

However, as noble as that sounds, once I am displaced from my routine place and people, it is like I am just sort of drifting. I visit other churches, and give each one at least 3 months if it is at all in line with my faith and how to treat others. But, if it doesn’t connect to my “center” where I know it is my place, then after 3-9 months I move on to another place.

Now, if you are asking why I don’t just ask God where to go, I do! I tend to have to learn or know by the process. I don’t know why, but that is how it is. Even if I walk into a place that seems foreign to me, and I don’t “naturally” want to be there, God will let me know I am home. Stay, Shelley! Stay! Good daughter. (smiling)

Interestingly enough, I had the thought before leaving my last place of worship (long ago) that I would check out the church I am with currently. It was my first choice.

But, the problem was that certain people were already faithful there, and others tend to not know me as other than “so-and-so’s friend/sister/whatever”. I have had this issue in many ways at various times, and it tends to remove my personhood, my own individuality. Like I can’t just be Shelley or ShelleyJo as I really am, but can only be so-and-so’s whatever-relationship-it-is, and I must be however I have been represented there. Even worse is that they respond toward me based on how the others are thought of.

Also, I’d had some repeated wounding there, but felt like the “going to the same church as them” was the problem, as I’d forgiven offenses long before I’d left there.

I tend to be someone people talk about. I must be interesting, I guess. I can’t figure it out, but it has really impeded my ability to be all I can be in school, church, work, groups and even family situations. It shouldn’t, and I have a feeling that I am going to learn how to not let it…or some such thing.

When “information” goes ahead of you, it can really obscure who you are, the truth, your growth, capabilities, etc. I have a precious friend who has been nearly destroyed in her life because of chat going ahead of her in work and ministry situations.

And when people talk of you, or you talk of them, it is never 100% accurate, even when they love you and want to speak kindly of you (or you of them). This is why I am a real stickler now on gossip, even if it seems harmless enough. (I confess that I have been very guilty of the gossip sin, so don’t feel I’m preaching. I have been guilty of other sins of the tongue, too so I am very aware of the damage words can bring.)

Talking about people when they are not there takes away their right to proper representation and takes away their voice. Unless you are promoting someone and they want to be promoted, don’t talk about them without their knowledge. I have even told friends what I’ve said about them with others in case something else gets back to them other than what I’ve honestly said, or its quoted out of context. There’s a feeling you get with some conversations and you wonder where it will go.

Have you ever been having an innocent conversation with someone, and suddenly had a feeling it may go somewhere else and not be represented correctly? Happens all the time!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted by: shelleyjomoozings | April 28, 2014

True Confessions, An Innocent Chat -Part 2 of 3

 

Continued from Part 1

True Confessions

Gossip can lead to a lot of strife, even if you are just blurting up on people because you’ve been injured or offended and you have to talk it out. I am a real verbal person, and I sort thoughts and feelings through words. But lets face it, when we do that, we can poison another person’s perspective of people and places.

Pollution is what it is, and vicious poison, as well as an amassing of a group of sympathizers to yourself, which means against the other person.

The listeners have been robbed of the ability to make their own assessments apart from your words. Plus, they just may go to them and repeat what you said, correctly or not, and to others, then they continue with others. This causes strife, division, and many other things which all breed wounds. Guaranteed.

In a different group of people, I had recommended a series of teachings on this very subject, as I could see our various weaknesses and the impact it was having on us as a group. (I have been a part of various groups, some at the same time as others, and varying in size from 4 people to a large group. I have suggested this in more than one of these groups. I have also been part of 2 churches at at time.)

In this case as well as one other, I was only talking with one person about sharing  the teachings as a group, but Oh, baby! Whew, baby! Woah, baby! Was I stripped! The reaction was so severe that I felt like I’d been filleted. I definitely had been challenged and put in my place. I learned to not suggest anything again. Ever! Though people say they want our thoughts, and ask for them.

See how we humans are? Fickle people! All of us! And seriously deceived about who and how we ourselves are.

Now, I am a firm believer in community. I honestly am.

Sadly, my life this past few years doesn’t show it. Starting out the issue was my health. Honestly. I won’t go into that, but I’ve had several serious health issues, and a few minor ones. I also am a nocturnal person. I have never in my life been a morning person, and anything before mid-to-late afternoon is very difficult and exhausting for me. No matter how many years I have tried to re-train myself to days, no matter how much advice I follow, it just isn’t my natural bent.

Add these things to the fact that the only service my church (the one I finally showed up for, that I thought about going to first) has is Sunday morning. Only mornings. There are a couple of groups, I think, but not the main service and I think they are mornings, too.

I love worship! I love the preaching of the word, and I love eucharist (communion). But at 10:oo a.m., after being up all night and part of the evening, I get sort of numb and suddenly don’t “love” anything. Just get me to bed, please.

I do alright during worship and any announcements, etc. But once the speaking begins, and the speaker-of-the-week is quiet, calm, almost monotone, you can write me off. Eyes-rolling-back-in-head, try-not-to-snore time for this girl.  Especially if they don’t stay on track with their lesson. I can combat this a lot by taking notes. But for several years, I have had issues with my arm, hand and vision so writing and typing are difficult. So, it is easy to whine off of going.  whah whah! sniff! hic! cough! sigh!

Add to all of this the reason I felt God was telling me to go there in the first place: Time to Deal-and -Heal.

Well, I started out doing fine when I first got there. The pastors of that time were awesome! Not letting other peoples’ words or opinions sway them in the least in how they dealt with anyone there. They were just as human and kind as could be. And got to know people for themselves. At the time I began attending there, FINALLY biting it and going where my people were, they had just returned to the original building where I had attended with them for more than a decade. And only a small part of the people there were the originals, though many are connected to them in various ways.

You see, there were years of wounds and the behavior that I mentioned earlier in this post. All throughout that earlier season I repented, forgave and pressed forward as much as I was able, running with all my might and loving almost every minute there. Loved the people, no matter what they did or said. Honestly.

As I asked, God would show me how He saw them, who they were becoming, their humanity as well as my own. In that season, God was also healing me very deeply of much in my past. Many of them loved me as I was, too. And that was the exact place I’d needed to be.

Hey! We are ALL just people and Christians happen to have God’s Spirit in us. But once we are “born again”, we are infants, just like in human birth. We need lots of grace, forgiveness, room to mess up. and time to grow up. We also need lots of conviction, as I mentioned in the last post.

Sadly, a boss of mine for more than a decade also went there, twisted things at work about me at church, twisted things at church about me at work, lied openly, etc. And others loved to jump in and ride that wave.

Honestly, I was shocked when I learned of it, of the “why” as to what I was experiencing.

How on earth could I be that interesting? (laughing again). Seriously?

It was my favorite job, and my favorite church, which made it really sad. Not only that, but this person and several others were people I liked pretty much and I can’t comprehend why they even cared to mention my name at all, much less go to all this energy and time to do this damage in my life.

I knew why I was to go back to this church from the beginning. Don’t let the past affect your future. Come to terms and move on.

That way, no matter who you see or hear, you are healed and there is no wound to barb . I just resisted.

More than a couple of these people had died since then, I had forgiven them, prayed for them, continued in my job in good spirit and energy, and really cared about them. I felt the loss when they each died as time had passed. I felt the loss of true unity in this life on earth.

Were they true Christians? Will they be in heaven?

I sure hope so! I believe they were. They just never dealt with the particular sins we are talking about. Gossip, strife, and the like. Perhaps they didn’t even see the destruction, and if they did, they felt right and powerful.

But if they truly accepted Christ as their Savior, they will be there when I get there.

And the hope I have in it all is that in heaven, these things … sin in any form … cannot live there. Not mine, not theirs, not anyones’. It is ousted already and won’t be there. So that means they have to be transformed, as I have to be in order to live there.

We are all safe in Christ and in His heaven. Safe from betrayal, safe from lies, from gossip, from all hurts, and from each other. The blood of Jesus Christ paid for that for us.

Christ raised from death to give us life

So, why did I resist going back for so long? Good question. Some people, some that I respect, honor highly, love deeply and enjoy seeing, attend there.  They received that poison and when they see me, their reaction to me shows that they’ve eaten the poison. Kind of like “eating the poisoned apple”. And yes, one bad apple does spoil the whole bunch!

So, when I go there, and see this reaction in certain ones it hurts all over again. My mind goes to a bad place, one I am not used to going. Who have these people told and what did they say? Who twisted things from there and to whom?

I feel that bite in my heart, that blow to my soul and spirit again. ugh! I don’t tend to think this way otherwise, but it is obvious in this case that they are still thinking these thoughts and can’t get near me without running, like I have demons or something. The good thing is they are not hippocrates or acting like they like me. (smile) I really hate that, don’t you? The fakey thing?

I combat this with reminding myself of the truth I know about the majority of these beautiful people. They are awesome! They have high integrity, servant hearts and servant action throughout their lives. They love, they forgive, they mentor into healthy relationship, they love God’s word and they worship God wholeheartedly. How much more wonderful can it be?

I have forgiven. Over and over until it was real in my heart. I want the best for the ones who injured my life in these places. Wanted that before some of them died. So I am sure that I’ve forgiven.

So, what is my problem?

Believe me when I say I’ve overshared and talked way too much. About people, situations, anything. I know I answer to God for it all, every word. That is terrifying to me! I don’t want to add any more to that list!

I cannot talk about these experiences without naming names and bringing up bad details. And they love these “offenders” as much as I do, or more. And, I am just not going to name names, for the simple fact is that it would be … da-da-dum … gossip!

Yep, sure enough. I have not talked about this with anyone there because I don’t want to gossip, even for my healing or whatever else it would grant me. All I can see that naming names would do is to cause a divide in their thinking. Either they would believe me and think poorly of people they trusted and loved before, or they would not believe me and think I am lying or crazy.

Either way, what good would any of it do? I certainly don’t want to do to my offenders what they did to me, skew peoples’ perspective of them.

And telling them without naming names would make them curious. Too curious. Details would be put in their minds forever, even without names. Danger! Danger!

Do you see the danger in this?

Have you experienced similar dilemas?

Posted by: shelleyjomoozings | April 18, 2014

Peace and comfort.

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This scripture is a favorite of mine. I saw it posted on facebook and downloaded it for myself. I shared it, but then realized I had more I wanted to say.

I was a very young child when our Sunday School teachers had us memorizing scripture verses, and even entire chapters for contests, prizes, etc. Many people complain about contests in church, or prizes you can earn in various ways, even the team play our church would organize. But I have to tell you that it honestly helped me so much. I was able to memorize a lot when I was young, and I felt like I could do something right. I felt I could contribute to the team, unlike with the physical activity the school was having us compete in.

The best thing about attending a church where the Bible was important, and where you were encouraged in any way possible to read and to know it, to feed it into your heart and mind, was that I still remember those verses today! I don’t always remember the references (where to find them in the Bible), but I can look them up. When I was young, it didn’t count unless you could say it correctly and quote the reference correctly. I call the reference the address of where the verse lives in the Bible. I found that singing it, turning it into a song, was the easiest way for me to remember the verse and reference.

The point is, no matter why I memorized them, or what my motives were, I fed my spirit those words, and kept them deep inside.

When my nephews were very young, they lived across the street and I saw them daily. I bought them a few cassette tapes called G.T. and the Halo Express. It was a first of sorts. Cassettes of kid stories and every song was a scripture verse and reference. To this day, 25 or so years later, I can sing every one of those songs and always know the reference to the verses from our favorite tape, God’s protection by day and by night.

Why is this so important? The scripture verse above says it well. It pierces our hearts with truth, God’s truth, the way He says it is. Sometimes I realize something is hidden in my heart and thoughts I hadn’t been aware of. I read a passage and the truth is staring me in the face. I can either ignore it and continue on with my ugly self, who and how I really am, or I can repent, and ask God to work this in me, to live in truth and not be deceived about myself. I find that I can deceive myself and think I am doing better than I am. Have you caught yourself in that one?  Don’t you hate that?

Have you ever had a moment where you come to a realization of how wrong you are about something or someone? It can be a shock, and painful to realize you are so far off, especially if it is you that you are wrong about. This is the sharpness this verse talks about. It slices between the soul and spirit. Soul is usually referred to as mind, will and emotion, while spirit is the part of you that is sensitive to spiritual things, places, people, and especially to God Himself. It is a part of you that grows stronger with feeding, and weaker if starved, like the body does. It is also the part of you that makes you feel empty inside when you don’t have Jesus in you. You were made to be with Him, and to know Him. When you find that you are trying to feed a need or a desire  in your life,  but nothing satisfies it, this is why. He made you for Him! That part is your spirit part. If you are trying to make yourself happy with physical things, or with people, it can only last so long. Those things can make your body or soul happy temporarily, but your spirit is still famished. He is the only thing that can fill your Spirit with contentment.

Have you ever asked yourself what you are feeding yourself? I do sometimes. After a certain amount of television viewing, including news, I can really feel a change in myself. My soul is responding to what I’ve been feeding my spirit. If I haven’t read God’s Word, and remind myself of how He thinks, how He feels, what His priorities are, I find myself with different thoughts and opinions, and different priorities than His. I can also feel an increase in alarm, sadness and weariness with the shape this world is in, instead of reminding myself that He answers prayer and cares very deeply about all that is going on. He is never caught off guard and knows the whole truth about everything. He is waiting to be invited into these situations and to help.

Since He authored my life, and has a purpose in my life, I try to stay plugged into my life-source keeping myself well-fed and in communication with God. That includes prayer and honesty. You know, honesty. Like asking myself, hmm…what would He say to my attitude about …whatever it is, or whomever it is.

I can know the answer to this with certainty. Yep! It’s true! Just open His Word and read. He will be sure to talk with me, shine His light on what I need to see. He has never failed me in this. Because He knows the reason I am reading  is to know Him, what He thinks about, and how He feels. He shows up every time! I just pray first to know what His Spirit wants me to know, and to see what He wants me to see.

                                                                                                        Psalm 119:11 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

11 Your word I have treasured in my heart,
That I may not sin against You.

Psalm 51:6

 Behold, You desire truth in the innermost being, And in the hidden part You will make me know wisdom.

We don’t naturally have the same kind of thinking as our Heavenly Father does. We just don’t see as He sees. We need to know Who He is, how He sees, how He thinks, and how He feels about certain things and situations. We need His perspective or we can find ourselves so far from where we should be. We also need to be reminded of what He says is sin, like thinking we are not as “bad” as someone else, or that our pride isn’t as big a sin as someone else’s sin. And that sin of ours is what separates us from Him, even while we are feeling like we are fine.

We are natural, and He is supernatural. If we eat His words into our spirit they will come up for us, from inside of us, when we need them the most. Conviction of sin isn’t fun, and sometimes hurts, but the end result is that we are able to make a choice to kick free of what He says is wrong, and to live in freedom from sin’s consequences and in liberty from the prison and deception that sin is.

This all keeps us in a loving relationship with the God who created everything that is, seen and unseen. With the God Who holds all things together, and is the giver of life. This brings deep, abiding peace that nothing else can give.

Posted by: shelleyjomoozings | April 15, 2014

Squirrel!

True Story.

My husband and I have moved in with my sister-in-love, Teri. And, in the house next door are some of my darlings, my niece Lynda and her family of 8. I love these kiddos.

So, Teri, Gene and I were being lazy on a Saturday evening, and not wanting to cook or do dishes. Teri had worked an unexpected extra day and was looking like she needed to eat and get to bed early. We decided to go to Costco and have an inexpensive meal of hot dogs. We can all eat and have a beverage for under $5 for us all there.

As we were driving out our driveway, the oldest of Lynda’s darlings was chatting with a friend and had the family’s newest pet, a baby squirrel with her.

We stopped to say hi, and she came over to the car with her squirrel. I wanted to hold the baby, so she handed it over to me. As instantly as I held it to my chest, I felt a very warm and wet sensation on my bust. Just then, my darling niece says, “Careful, it might pee on you.” “Too late!”, says I. She starts laughing and telling me she’s sorry…NOT!

As the baby squirrel moves about my personhood, it jumps down to the floor of the vehicle, landing on a purse. I looked down to see my lovely purple shirt covered in squirrel pee on both sides, and all the way down my shirt! I said, “Oh, no! It’s on my purse!” Teri says, “No, its not. Its on MY purse.” I say, “Oh,okay. No worries, then.” Are you feeling the love here? Haha!

I pick up the baby and hand it to my laughing niece as it pees on my hand. You know, the hand with my pretty ring and 2 charm bracelets?

By this time, we are all laughing so much, and I tell Teri to take me back, I have to change. She teases me a bit and turns us around so I can change.

Once we got to the house and am unlocking the door, I start to smell the fragrance of the dear little baby. Whew! Potent stuff!

So, as I am removing pee-soaked garments, a favorite scripture came to mind, “My cup runneth over.”

I had just showered a few moments before leaving, but bathed again from the waste up. Drying off, I can still smell it, and still feel that special warm feeling all over. So, I wash again, dry off and dress in another purple shirt. I had taken off all jewelry and washed them in soap and water, and put them back on. That was about as good a job as I could do, so I return again to join the family.

We laughed all the way to Costco, where we were just a moment too late for a Saturday evening. They close earlier on weekends, so we decided to go to The Dog House for dinner. As we drove along, I could still smell that fragrance, and feel that warm, moist feeling. My sweetheart asked, “Who knew a baby squirrel’s bladder could hold so much?”

In our family, we love animated movies and one of our favorites is called “UP”. There is a dog in the movie that has a collar on that allows him to speak to people. But he’s a very easily distracted dog, and every time he gets distracted he yells, “Squirrel!” and is ready for the chase.

So, when we are changing subjects, we often say or type, “Squirrel!” Then we are free to talk about whatever our brain is thinking about instead of the current subject.

Well, as of Saturday night, we have another meaning for saying, “Squirrel!” And we laughed a lot all evening. Teri kept inserting the squirrel call into our conversation and laughing, even during our meal time. As we walked to the grocery store before heading home, we were a raucous group in the parking lot.

Gene had decided to hold a post up on the sidewalk and smoke while we picked up a few grocery items. As we were walking back from the store and getting close to him, we were singing, “What does the Fox say?” I am fairly obnoxious with that song because once you hear it, it gets stuck in your head for days. So I blurt out a line of the song whenever I want to liven things up.

As we were walking I sang, ” What does the dog say?” and “Squirrel!” Then I sang, “What does the squirrel say?” And Teri sang, “Pee pee pee, pee pee pee pee pee” to the tune of the song. She laughed so hard, and for some strange reason my sweet Gene was shaking his head at us and looking another way! I wonder why?

So, about 2 feet from him I called out to him, and asked, “Say, mister! You know us don’t you? You know you do!” I cracked up and he smiled his cute little quirky smile and shook his head no.

We bribed him with his supply of mocha mix that we’d just gotten and he walked with us to the car, poor fellow! There were these 3 young adults standing by their car and they had been so intense and kind of negative in their conversations earlier. But now, they were laughing at (with) us, and chatting happy chat.

It is so funny how one little moment can make a whole day happy!

I love all of God’s little creatures, don’t you?

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