Never wanted to realize it, and darn sure didn't want my wife to see it. I don't want her to think of me that way.
I don't want to think of me that way, either.
(This is written ahead for Five Minute Friday, and I will try to include this week's keyword when it's announced.)
The FMF word is PLAY.
But, as is usually the case, God was waiting behind Door # 1 (and Door #2, get it??) with a lessons learned folder, just for me.
After the lengthy cleanup or surroundings and self, I was exhausted, and weak as the proverbial kitten.
But I felt good.
There was no spring in my step, but there was a lightness of heart that I had not felt in a long time. That's odd, because these events that steal one's self-respect are normally attended by depression, both from the physical discomfort and the shame that it's past the point where not even Depends would make a public outing a good idea.
So why the joy?
Because I felt clean.
The ordeal was behind me, at least for now; skin was cool and my and clothing smelled of new soap and detergent, and a really nice fabric softener. It lay loosely against me, and a fan stirred a gentle breeze past my face.
If felt good just to enjoy that washed and fresh feeling. Not to compare it with anything, just to be there in the moment, and let quiet stirrings of hope lift the corners of my heart, and lift the corners of my mouth in a smile.
My prospects didn't change, but my outlook did.
And I wonder...did Jesus feel this way when He started taking off the tomb-wrappings? Did He occasionally just stretch out His arms for the sheer joy of stretching them, treasuring the moment?
And is this how we all will feel when we look first time and forever into His Face, as He welcomes us home?
Washed in the Blood of the Lamb.
You may have noticed that I m slower in replying to comments, and sometimes don't make it back to your site...I am sorry for that, but I've lost a lot of energy lately. I do ask for your patience, and please now that I treasure your comments.
And the FMF word? I guess this situation is a challenge to live the words of Hugh Latimer:
"Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
Let's call in The Hooters for a musical theme, with the high-energy and fun And We Danced.
Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).
Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.
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Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.