Sometimes God

lets people do the work of angels, if the people are listening intently enough to hear His prompting

Sometimes God

weeps when he withholds blessings when we’re not ready yet in our hearts to receive them

Sometimes God

laughs with us when we’re watching a funny video onย the internet

Sometimes God

lets people challenge your faith in Him to let you know there are friends around you who care enough to share their feelings

Sometimes God

knows He can utterly destroy each of us personally in the blink of an eye, but is thankful He chooses not to do so

Sometimes God

allows us to live through a disaster so we can share the experience with someone who might be (unknowingly) facing the same thing, but would not survive it without our warning ahead of time

Sometimes God

makes us park futher away from our usual spot so we can take time to listen when He speaks to us on the walk from the car to the office door

Sometimes God

wants us to focus more on the message and less on who delivered His message

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I surprised myself with the amount of trust i put in this dog. For about a week now i’ve been forcing open his mouth, putting some bad-tasting pills in the back of his throat, and holding his muzzle shut to make him chew & swallow them…

To put the photo in perspective, the huge kroger bone in the picture is about the length of my thigh bone…

and this dog is sixty pounds of pure muscle, teeth and claws

Those who know me know I’m an avid monkey fan.

No not the Made-For-TV pop band the Monkees.

I’m talking the swing-from-the-trees type. Apes will do as well, but for today’s analogy I’m going with the ones who do some serious air time.

Things have been crazy these last, oh, let’s say ten years or so. Never quite know what to expect one day to the next.

Well when things get crazy, God puts an image of a monkey in my mind.

Ever watch a monkey swinging from branch to branch, from tree to tree? I mean really watch next time you’ve got some Animal Planet show on TV.

The art with which said monkey gauges his or her air speed and branch swing and drop is simply incredible. And the speed at which the mental calculations must be taking place is more impressive.

And when a monkey misses a branch? He or she just catches the next one as the plummet is taking place. Wow.

It’s been said that walking is simply a controlled fall. That’s more easily imagined when one’s swinging about at a level roughly ten to twenty times one’s height.

Yep that’s what keeps me going sometimes – the image of me the monkey adjusting to things as they fly by, or as they are quickly approaching. Weeee ๐Ÿ™‚

Another image comes to mind too, which is what keeps me up at night sometimes.

Do you still have that swinging, happy monkey image in your mind?

Ok, good. Now make some adjustments…

Imagine sections of the jungle where gravity changes unexpectedly. Not just like lighter or heavier then normal, that would be too easy. Make the gravity swap around so up becomes down, left becomes up, that sort of thing. And yep make the gravity heavier and lighter at random. But in most areas make the gravity normal.

Hmmm let’s also make random tree limbs turn to, say, donuts. And some of them look like regular limbs but make them sticky or ultra slippery and stuff.

It’s like that sometimes when things head my direction. Of course not really in real life but sure feels like that.

So on those days when I seem a bit off, it’s because things happen and those kinds of ideas are the thoughts that are zoom zoom zooming past, which keep me sane.

Then there are the dreams I have when I have time to sleep, let’s not talk about those ๐Ÿ™‚

 

Four days, five states, 2200+ driving miles, one birthday celebration (my Dad’s), one 11-year wedding anniversary (Sis and B-I-L), one zombie walk, one meeting with the co-producer* of my fav film (“They Live”), one visit to my other fav movie site (“Laaaaf is laaaak a box a chack letts”) and one trailer title consultation, and i’m home.

http://www.filmreference.com/film/19/Stratton-Leopold.html

I’m intrigued by the word ‘monger’ – as in warmonger, fearmonger, ironmonger, etc.

The dictionary defines it as one who sells or promotes something, usually something that is petty or undesirable.

So if I’m in the business of promoting people who are petty and undesirable (i.e. if I’m a ganster leader) does that make me a mongermonger?

Sounds like a James Bond villan’s name, so that’s probably right.

O no it looks like my c heap might be exhausted. It’s no wonder, we’re working the poor guy to death

When my eldest daughter was a tiny child, i had fun once when she had the hiccups. I asked her to sing the “Alphabet Song” all the way through without hiccuping, and if she did, she had to start over. Yay that was fun and we laughed a lot – well most if it was from me, he he he. Yes I’m evil that way.

Well I’m experiencing the same kind of thing today at work. I don’t have the hiccups but the system I support does. And I have to get through certain tasks all the way through to completion before the system “hiccups” or I have to start all over.

I’d be really frustrated by now, but I remember my daughter’s laugh when she couldn’t stop hiccuping and that makes me smile ๐Ÿ™‚

I had always wondered why, when looking for something, it was always in the last place i would have looked.

Then i realised it’s because once i found the thing, i stopped looking for it.

it’s funny, when packing up and moving after having had a number of teenagers living in (and moving out of) the house, how quickly one’s set of questions changes from the normal existential ones like,

“do i really need all this?”,
“what’s the purpose of this thing?”

to the more concrete ones like,

“hey, where’d that ___ go?”,
“hey, who brought THAT into my house?”

and my favorite one right now,

“ok, where’s my gun? i’m going to go rip some answers out now”

heh. heh. heh.