This past
week was a crazy busy week here. We had
something going on every single day. I
took advantage of mother’s day, yesterday, to finally get my office
painted. It is a project that I have
been wanting to do for a while, but just never seemed to have the time to get it
done. The good thing about waiting till
mother’s day, was the men folk in the house felt a little obligated to help me
out! Once J taped everything off, the
painting part was a breeze and I finished it in no time! So now I’m working in an office that is
finally starting to look like an adult works here instead of Sanfred and Sons! Now
if I can just convince Bella that is not her potty!
That reminds me of another little critter I made friends with when I was up in Boone
recently. You may recall the post I
wrote about mountain Bella. She is
happily married to another little black and white rescue dog by the name of
Joshiah, Joe for short. Joe is an
interesting little dog. To say that he
is energetic, would be like saying a southern preacher might be fond of friend
chicken. At first I thought "I wish I had
a third of his energy", but then I decided my body would self-destruct! He had an adorable habit that I really wish I
had been able to catch on video to share with you all. You see, Joe is a jumper.
There were
times when Joe’s mama would put him and mountain Bella out to, well, you know,
do their little doggie business, or just to get them out from under her feet
for a bit. The large, beautiful front
doors on the retreat house were two thirds glass and looked out over a gorgeous
view. Imagine my surprise one day when,
as I was gazing out these doors, there was suddenly a little furry canine face
just about even with mine. But wait, was
there? As quick as it registered what it
was, it was gone again. I only had to
wait a moment before my suspicions were confirmed by the appearance of the same
furry face. This was repeated over and
over again, much to my delight! I walked
over to the door and looked out to find Joe jumping up to look into the
door. He was, it seems, more than ready
to come back inside and did not understand the delay. Mountain Bella, meanwhile, was sitting calmly
watching him expend all this energy. I
think Joe would have jumped for hours and Bella would have been content to
watch him! Now, eventually, their mama
came out of the office, opened the door, and let them both back inside. It was a scene I would see repeated many
times in my week on the mountain.
Now, my
faithful readers, you know there is always more to the story, and this time is
no different. You see, J and I find
ourselves in a time of waiting on God to open doors in our life. Just like those two little hairy kiddos, I am
waiting for things to swing open so I can walk on into the next stage in my
life. The question is; while we are
waiting on the front porch, will we be waiting calmly, trusting the Lord to
open the door at the right time or will we be like little Joe and spend our
time jumping, trying to get a peek at what’s on the other side of the door or
convince the Lord that NOW would be a good time to open it?
One thing I
have found out about the Lord, he moves in his own time. I think we have all heard the phrase, “God is
never late, but he is seldom early”. I
have found this to be so true. His
timing is always perfect. He will open
the door when he is ready to open the door and no amount of jumping up and down
on our part is going to sway him one little bit. He loves us too much to allow our impatience
to effect his plan for our lives.
This week, I
would challenge you to take a seat, pull up a chair, find a place to light,
calm down, relax, take a breather, peace out, just chill! Try exercising your
faith a bit, instead of your hind legs, or uuumm, your jumping muscles or
something like that. I plan on making it my goal to
be more like mountain Bella and sit quietly and trustingly by the door till my
father deems it time for it to be opened.
Beside, I’m getting way too old to jump that high and if I get my hind
end up enough to peek in the window, the coming down part is not going to end
well.
So, dear
readers, go forth and um, well, sit!
Meanwhile, I’ll
be here, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball
outside of the school…. Oh wait, that’s a different post………. (10 points for anyone who can tell me what
that’s from!! Lol) The point is trust, and be patience, and maybe relax a little, and if you happen to find your way to a comfy chair, in a shady spot, with a little sweet tea in your hand, I'm not one to judge! Till next time I'm...........
Soaked in
His blessings,
Spokenfor
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