Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Owly Choice...



I was a little owly today...
but we were not feeling that wise about it all.



It was three in the morning.  Pitch - dark.
I was fast asleep when I felt someone standing over me
trying to wake me, albeit gently, as it was time to rise and shine for work.

Oi vey... you've got to be kidding!

And that's when I decided. Oh yes, I did. I wanted to be owly.

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(Split second choice... I've been in that choice spot multitudes of times...
but this time, I decided to go with the horns.)

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Oh, I didn't mess around with hubby's mind too much.
I pretty much kept my lips pursed together so words wouldn't escape.

(But he did inform me later... when it was safe... that he knew I was
choosing another line of dealing with the new day the Lord had given us.) 

But that didn't stop my thoughts from wondering around
in the mire for a while.


Owly.


Even Molly my vacuum cleaner was tiptoeing around
not eager to get on the wrong side of my usually sweet self. 


Everything pinched.  My face felt pinched.  Even my teeth hurt.


Could have been because my joy was being pinched and squished somewhere
 between my spirit and my esophagus.


(Does that happen ever to you?)


Oh no, we weren't about letting Joy out too soon. Oh no.
Not until we'd gotten at least a mile's worth
of grumps with a rotten cherry of self indulgance.



Only thing is, I knew He was there in the midst of  my tirade.
Even if I wasn't saying anything out in the air waves.
He knows... doesn't take a rocket scientist...

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I'm always grateful for His kindness in turning away
from such a display.
He is kind.


And, there, somehow He knows when and how to catch my imagination,
so that I begin to see...
what I really look like
I feel chagrin and I start to giggle at myself.

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Oi vey.... girl you do look a sight.

And then we make up.... Holy Spirit and I.....
hubby and I....
and the nonsense stops.


Most times... I do choose not to go down that testy road.
Mostly I choose happy.  I like being in that space.
 And I have discovered in my years of doing so
that joy is never that afar off.


There's a place where I feel Him tickling me.
Succoring* me
to lighten up because it's just not that bad.


And He's right.  It isn't. Never. Ever. Is. That. Bad.
Not in my case. Ever. No matter what is going on.


Because, after reading an article in the newsapaper,
that right here in our beautiful Province of Alberta,
we are dealing with that horrifying issue of human traff*ick*ing 

(I put those stars in so search engines don't find that word here)


... I just realized I was way out of line.


 And I started to weep inside afresh to think of all those beautiful people
who have been caught in something they cannot get out of,
unless we begin to pray them out.

(that topic and what we can do about it is for another day)


So now... Owly went back to woodsy forest
and we're back on track.

Thankfully.

Grace and Mercy hovers over me.
Us. You and me. Always.




Doesn't that just tickle you in the right places?

Wishing you joy, peace and laughter!



 

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NOTE:
*This has to be a God moment here -- I didn't even really know
what the word succor meant -- but it came up from inside when I was writing.
And, when I did a Google search
here's what I found (it fits perfectly, wouldn't you say?):

 "To give assistance to in time of want, difficulty, or distress."

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Graphic Source:  Owl Graphics
Heart source:  Glitter Graphics
 






8 comments:

  1. I really needed to read this. :) I'm glad your Owliness has gone, and mine is starting to disappear. :)

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    1. Lovely to hear from you.... glad you enjoyed the read. And that you are feeling right-side-up too.

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  2. In your defence, you probably just need a few good hours of sleep. People get growly when they're over-tired. I was just thinkin' this morning about all the times that God has coaxed me back into fellowship when I've decided to saunter off in my own direction...all the time knowing I'm wrong. Ever notice how nice He is about our shortcomings? I love that about Him!

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    1. Oh yes... I agree... He is so very kind and gentle... nice! I like HIM a lot!

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  3. Dear Brenda - I can relate to so much of what you say here.

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  4. sounds like you are working through the unfairness of the universe or man! a gratitude journal sometimes helps...

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    1. Hi Lynn, I've been doing a gratitude journal. It's been a joy to work on.

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  5. When my children were young we played a happy face game. The grouchy one had to go to her room and find a smiley face. One day my daughter came out of her room wailing, "I looked in my drawers and in my shoes. I even looked behind the toilet and I can't find a happy face. I helped her find one in the oven that day. It's humbling when your child asks you if you need a happy face.

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