I’m Embarassed

Embarrassed because the Sparky one has given me an award. I am terrifically honored beyond all reason. And when I regain my composure and finish some garden projects I will address it properly.

In the meantime, if you would like to read some blogs that most certainly do merit an award go visit Sparky’s other nominee, Pappy, The Texican and then go visit his nominees. Luckily I was already familiar with Tipper at Blind Pig, because I spent way more time than my garden would like me to, reading his other two nominees.

But don’t worry Dear Reader, I was able to rationalize the time spent, (besides it being wonderful reading) because I had to wait for the wind to quit blowing everything but the horses around the farm and for the girls to be ready to go pick up some turkeys (our big project of the day). And just when the wind died down, the girls were done taking care of what they needed to take care of, and the turkey folks gotten hold of, the snow came. And it came sideways.

But now it is done. We are soon to be off to get turkeys. If you hear some echos of foul language in the distance that is my garden cursing my fickleness as it sees me drive out the driveway.

It has become rather demanding of late. But I sorta understand. Normally I don’t expect great things from my children, then all of a sudden they take huge initiative, planning and working through and completing projects (that’s not in their full genetic code), completely knocking my socks off. Unfortunately they show me what they are truly capable of and then my expectations soar. I am afraid my own poor garden is undergoing the same delusion about me.

Yet, here I sit procrastinating as usual, calling it “writing” and creativity, even though I have been humbled out of myself by others blogs this morning. But I really must go, that is why I am being totally lazy and not doing up the award reception correctly right now. Besides I have to think of the three blogs to which I can give said award to and to narrow it down is hard.

So I will be nice and give you the little short cut to Sparky and Pappy and then you can go from there can’t you? Certainly if I can navigate, anyone can, you honestly don’t need me, do you?

Okay, this is nearly a first, so I must tell, I ran spell check and the only misspellings were Sparky and Texican. I know, that doesn’t mean I have not thoroughly abused a homophone, or have committed a thousand grammatical errors, but please allow me to enjoy my small victory. The only reason I know my mother, the English teacher extraordinaire, was my mother is because she assured me she was.

Oh and while the girls are rounding up crates for the turkeys, I will also mention that after turkey getting, garden assuaging and award accepting and nominating I will also deal with a few other loose ends floating around in my conscience. I’ve got a tag from Kathy that I ought to deal with and some promised stories. I may have to tell the grabby garden that it will only get a little of me today. I feel the need to yap. Can you tell? This was supposed to be a quick post about how I can’t do a long post.

Dear Reader, I truly am thankful that you come over here and read this nonsense and that some of you even bless me with a kind comment or two. You make me feel appreciated and understood, I am questioning your sanity at this very moment you know.

God is taking me though another spiritual fence’s knot hole backwards, one of these days I will learn to approach it face first and willingly. (I have no idea how to punctuate that sentence to make it read right. I wish my momma was here, I would gladly accept her red pen now that I am approaching adulthood.)

But He is kind and patient with my stupidity and slowness. I feel His gentle kisses on the top of my head when I get myself all in a sweaty bundle of confusion and upsettedness. He has wiped this week’s hot tears of real and deep embarrassment for myself and urgency and burden for others, and has given my scorching throat a cool drink of His water. I hope that you are feeling His comfort for whatever you are moving through with Him right now Dear Reader, Dear Friend.