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Friday, January 4, 2019

SHHH--DON'T TELL THE NEIGHBORS!


We are beginning to build arks in our backyards here in Louisiana.  Last year's rainfall was 12 inches over the average--that is a FOOT more of water falling from the sky.  The New Year seems to be on a quest to break that record.  It has rained and rained--my back yard is a quagmire! 



Hero is NOT a fan of rain.  He sits down and refuses to budge when I try to convince him to take a walk in the rain.  After a few hours, I begin to worry--disastrous consequence can come from his stubborn refusal to go out and I am in charge of the clean up department for disastrous consequences.  I have found myself sprinting out the door lately when there a reprieve in the deluge or at least a slow down to a sprinkle.  

I woke up today and did not hear the rain and saw from the weather app I had a brief period of time to get that walk in before the heavens once again opened.  I quickly threw on my rain gear over my pj's, donned my rain boots and headed out the door.  Yes, I am walking the hood in my pj's, BUT you cannot tell that with the rain gear on top.  There is no way to tell really who I am with the jacket hood tightly pulled around my face and a tent of water proof gear covering me.  If not for the fact that everyone in the hood knows Hero, I could be some lunatic stranger out for a walk in the rain.  

I laughed to myself as I strolled around in broad daylight (well cloudy & overcast) in my flannel pj's.  And then I thought of my mother's wise words,



Never leave home in your holey underwear (not to be confused with holy).  DO NOT roll your eyes--you KNOW you have a pair of well loved but worn out underwear in your drawer!  They are like those favorite jeans--they get really comfortable when they are totally worn out!  BUT who can see those holes as long as you have pants on over them.  AND THEN--you have a wreck and you end up in the hospital and GUESS which pair of underwear you wore---GOTCHA!


How many of us are guilty of covering up something we really would prefer to world not know when we head out the door?  MAKE UP--Girls---that is what make up is ALL ABOUT!  We are putting a coat of paint over the flaws we prefer others not see.  



As we get older, our clothes cover more territory and become looser and longer.  Mother Nature is NOT kind as we age, and there is a great deal we prefer others not know about the ravages of time.  SO we cover up the crepey skin, wrinkles, and age spots the best we can.

WHAT if all our coverings were stripped away and the whole world could see us as we really are?  Why are we hiding the truth of who we are?  Because we want others to think the best of us, and we are insecure in how they will respond if all is unveiled.

HERE-is what I am grabbing on to and holding tight.  God knows it all---He has counted every wrinkle, He knows about the sags and bumps, He has seen me stripped of all my attempts at being more acceptable AND HE ACCEPTS ME JUST AS I AM!  No need to cover up what He is well aware of, No need to drape myself in a curtain of secrecy when there are NO secrets from God.  And in spite of how I look, how I am dressed, and what I am trying to cover up---He loves me.  SO--don't bother telling the neighbors--I just confessed it all.  I am pretty sure, though, the next time you see me strolling around in my rain gear--you are going to wonder--What is underneath!  I will NEVER tell!


Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you?

I Corinthians 3:16


6 comments:

  1. You got me really worried now in case I die suddenly and St Peter will not let me in Heaven because I am wearing holey (not holy) underpants. Come to think of it ... most men's underpants are designed holey at the front. I don't know why.

    I am confused by what you mean when you say, "I have found myself sprinting out the door lately when there's a reprieve in the deluge or at least a slow down to a sprinkle." Why can you not go to the toilet indoors?

    You also say, "How many of us are guilty of covering up something we really would prefer the world not know when we head out the door? MAKE UP--Girls---that is what make up is ALL ABOUT!" I really cannot understand women and make-up. What is all that about? Especially at night time. How can a man be passionate with one's girl when her face is covered with white cream, (is it yoghurt?), and she has cucumber pieces on her eyes? And the hair is all in curlers. It is like cuddling and kissing barbed wire. And how can you make passionate conversation when she lies on her back in bed and points out that the ceiling needs painting again?

    You also ask, "WHAT if all our coverings were stripped away and the whole world could see us as we really are?" I think this is a great idea. If we were all to go around totally naked then the world would be a much better place. We would all be busy looking at one's bits to be bothered with arguing about politics, governments, economics and all the other boring things that makes the world such a bad state it is in right now. If we were all naked we would all be equal ... well ... some less equal than others, I'll admit. But that too can be the source of mirth and laughter; especially in freezing cold weather. If we were all naked the only thing we would be worrying about is being too close to a hot radiator, frying sausages, and sitting on a hedgehog.

    God bless.


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    1. A point well made, Victor! And there would be a lot less traffic for the majority, like me, would never leave home!
      Thank you for my early morning laugh!
      Blessings!

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  2. Good golly Miss Molly---if I ever went outside without hair and makeup--shudder that thought (giggling).
    Great points my friend. smiles

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    1. As you get older, you begin to think- What the heck!! LOL!
      Blessings, My Friend!

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  3. Yes, Lulu, God loves us, warts and all, but like Linda, I want that make up on when I go out in public! And I've been where you are in the dog-walking department way back when. Sometimes you just have to do what you gotta do.
    Blessings!

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    1. Desperate times call for desperate measures!
      Blessings, My Friend!

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