What is with you people who live in places like North Texas, I thought that you were all warm all year ’round? What the heck you have twenty-one degree weather? If I moved my pond down there it would freeze and I could go skating! What the heck!
I really gotta think of why I live in the PNW and why I haven’t moved a zillion years ago. This green thing is starting to choke me. I am usually pretty rational about the whole weather thing the rain stuff, always sticking up for my beautiful PNW and all the cool things I can grow. Well I’m ready to say, “forget the blasted azaleas, peony and iris, I’m outa here.” I want snow and ice in the winter, and blast furnace dry, I mean dry, heat in the summer. Spring and fall can figure themselves out from there.
Oh, wait, Dirt, I forgot. The ol‘ boy never seems to give a lick about the rain. Oh, he makes a joke or two and when it is haying time and still raining he can get a little cranky, oooh watch out cat he might not pet you today he is so mad. But this winter thing, too much Viking, “I can go for months without any sunlight” blood in him. He barely notices.
The sun is his enemy. He had malignant melanoma once. Well twice really but once was a biggy, had margins cut twice. Yikes. That was a little scary with three little baby children. So unless we buy stock in Sunscreen America or I learn to make wool sombreros (Dirt, sheep, wool) I fear I am stuck in Soggyville for the rest of my days.
I am sure that there is just this incredibly huge really cool, book jacket reason that God has me living here.
Ummmmm……..
Like learning contentment and giving up my ideas. Oooohhhh yea that’s book jacket worthy. More like borderline looser that still doesn’t get it. Be content already. Deal with it.
While I’m on the subject, I was wondering. What would my response be if God took away everything, absolutely stripped me of everything? No Dirt, no girls, no beautiful place to live, no walls to paint a new saturated color, no music, no animals. Nothing left. Nothing.
Could I still be in love with God? How long would it take for me to not be resentful, angry, scared and worried what was going to happen next.
Am I chasing after God, or the promises and things of God? I love God, why? Because of who He is? Or because of what He does? What He says is mine because I follow Him? Or do I just follow Him?
What if everything was stripped away in the most hideous ways imaginable? Who would I really be?
I cannot imagine myself without God. But I have had little in the way of trials and tests. God knows I am a weenie I guess, because he has not given me much hard stuff. You know, he only give what he knows we can handle. I obviously can’t handle much. I would like to think that I would stand firm, cling naked and hungry, all alone to my God and never want for more than Him. I pray that that is true. I pray it is only God I seek.
