God is so good. He gave me such a great idea for this week’s blog. I just had to find the time to write it. All week it has been a race to get to this point of storytelling. Here it is, Thursday, 11:30ish (for the record). Let’s get this plane off the ground!
I've got a bag of lime . . .Just recently a friend was bending my ear with tales of working with difficult people. That's what friends do. We take turns letting each other vent. At the peak of the vent-session, she summarized it up with a humorous expression she knew I would totally get . . .
“I’ve got a bag of lime and I’m not afraid to use it!”
Oh my. That made my day. Let me explain. If you are a farm girl, which I am, you understand country living comes with certain blessings and certain aromas. It’s wonderful to hear the dairy cattle in the fields and take in the smell of freshly cut hay. Can I hear an AMEN! (Wisconsin girl, but my Alabama is showing here.)
Sometimes the unthinkable happens on the farm. Cute little animals that come into this world leave . . . ungracefully and uncute. They stink. You have to bury them. You don’t want that scent revealing their location, so you get your bag of lime and cover up the body to . . . well, let’s just say, before there was Febreze, there was lime.
When my friend exclaimed, “I’ve got a bag of lime and I’m not afraid to use it.” I exclaimed back, “That would make a great t-shirt!”
I've got a jar of pee . . .
The expression, ". . . and I'm not afraid to use it!" has been rolling around in my head all week and it brought me back to my days as a Cub Scout leader with a den of rowdy first grade boys. The pack was an instant circle of friends for my son which filled up his eight year old social calendar nicely.
One night at the dinner table, after one of his play dates, my son blurted out, “Mom, Joey has a jar of pee under his bed!” (Not his real name. You know, protecting the innocent and all that.) Well, that got our total attention, the whole family. We all echoed back, “JOEY HAS A JAR OF PEE UNDER HIS BED?!?” Immediately, we began throw out reasons WHY “Joey has a jar of pee under his bed.” Hysterical and with milk almost gushing out his nose (total boy-mom here), my son offered up the best suggestion. He put it out there. It hung in the air with excellence. It was a drop the mike moment . . .
He said, “Joey has a jar of pee under his bed so if burglars are breaking in he can just reach under his bed and say,
‘I’ve got a jar of pee and I’m not afraid to use it!’”
These two stories were dancing around in my head and totally entertaining me as I headed to my coffee & prayer group last Friday. The life coach in me starts challenging my own self, “Kris, what is it you have in your life that you aren’t afraid of using? What do you truly possess? ARE you using it? Are you proclaiming it?” I’ve got curls and I’m not afraid to use them! Ha! Isn’t that enough?
As I join the coffee group, I'm grinning about this because I'm realizing God is developing all of this for my next blog. I get my coffee, we chat for a bit, we share the struggles that we need to pray about, we share miracles where God is answering prayers. Then we pray . . . and it is right there, in the midst of all of this, that God lands the plane carrying this perfect cargo.
“I’ve got PRAYER PEEPS, and I’m not afraid to use them!”
Now here I am, I are one and now “I’ve got prayer peeps and I’m not afraid to use them.” Do you? Let me pray for you? It’s not difficult.
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Love to all of you!
~ Always Kris . . . always curly.