Jun 02 2008
Sunrise
I am not a morning person. My mother is, my roomate from college is, my husband is. I am not. I am a night owl. I would be happiest to stay up until 0200 and sleep in until 1000. However, having to get children to school in the morning doesn’t allow sleeping in. Now with the puppy, I dazedly greet the dawn. We had a strong thunderstorm last night, so this morning the grass was sparkling a vivid green and the birds were singing a song of thanksgiving. After feeding Blaze, I played fetch with him. He does great at chasing the ball, picking it up in his mouth and walking back in my direction. However, he waits for me to reach for the ball, dodges, and trots off in another direction forcing me to chase him down to get the ball back. He thinks this is great fun. At O dark thirty, I do not agree that this is great fun. I then take him for a walk. Taking him for a walk mostly consists of standing on the side of the road waiting for him to move forward. This morning, the first “I will not walk on this leash” refusal lasted 2 1/2 minutes. We then moved forward 5 paces, and the next “I will not walk on this leash” refusal lasted 1 1/2 minutes. The pulling back lessoned as we moved along with more walking and less refusing. I began to feel like I had won, when he decided to refuse to walk for 5 minutes. During that time, I waved to my neighbors headed to work, received sympathy from fellow dog walkers who had experienced it themselves (”It only lasted 6 months.” 6 months? That’s an encouragement?), and considered my personal state of disarray. When you make a mad dash out the door with a puppy who will pee on your carpet if you don’t hurry, You don’t really take time to freshen up. When a neighbor, wearing pajama pants, walked by with her dog, my bad feelings about my state of dress lessened. Once I turned back towards home, Blaze was full speed ahead and practically ran back to the house. We then did a survey of the yard so Blaze could attempt to pick up every stick that had fallen from the trees during the storm. It doesn’t matter if the stick is 6 feet long, and he is 10 inches high, he is going to carry it. During our survey, I was dismayed to discover the bluebird house face down on the ground. It must have been blown down in the storm. I picked it up, leaned it against the tree, and discovered three baby birds and one egg on the ground. The baby birds were barely moving. It was a sad sight. Suddenly the mother bird flew out of the house. Apparently, she had been trapped in there with them. Using a bag from my pocket, I gently lifted the baby birds and egg back into the nest in the box. I then nailed the box back onto the tree. I saw the mother bird fly back in, but I would be amazed if the baby birds lived. The birds are not blue birds. Some other bird had taken over the box after my Mom had chased out the flying squirrel. The flying squirrel babies also ended up on the ground. This box has not been a very safe home for it’s inhabitants. When I saw the birds, I thought of the verse “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” “The will of your Father” is often difficult. It’s a hard verse for me. I want all happiness, togetherness and peace. Yet the world has much sorrow, separation, and war. This sunrise had much beauty, but it’s difficult to see it when sadness intrudes.
We will have seasons when our soul is downcast and we have trouble feeling happiness, togetherness and peace so we pray the bible to our hearts and realize we will again praise Him. - “Why are you cast down, O my soul and why are you in turmoil within me? HOPE in God, for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God.” Ps 42: 5,11 Look for ways during the day that God’s love in shown and sing praise songs in the night maybe when you walking the dog! vs 8.
We love you guys and pray for your marriage and safety every night.
Your brother.
Mike
“The will of your Father” is often difficult. It’s a hard verse for me. I want all happiness, togetherness and peace.
Me too, Mugs.
Thinking of you today! Love, Meg
Does Dennis know that he has converted you back to NIV? The Message says “What’s the price of a pet canary? Some loose change, right? And God cares what happens to it even more than you do. He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be intimidated by all this bully talk. You’re worth more than a million canaries.”
We live in a fallen world. Even after salvation, we still live in a fallen world. However, we no longer have to walk “according to the course of this world” [Ephesians 2:1-3]. But you already know that, and I see that you are teaching Blaze that you do not have to walk according to his course!
Was your Morning Person Roomie Kristen, or CJ? Kristen, bless her heart, used every bit of tact she had informing me that my No-wax XC skis simply weren’t suitable for competition. CJ should have been First Captain.
Kristin is the morning person. She jumps out of bed with more energy than I could ever summon.
I say amen to the night owls!!!!! I know that’s not a shock to some of you out there.