The Exuberance Of Youth

Christmas Day.  A brighter and humorous post.

Quite a few years ago I was moving into a new place (new to me).

Perdita, my Dalmatian puppy was now about 4 months old, and stayed at the barn during the day throughout the week while I was at work.  She was happiest there, had her own stall to stay in for the day, so that she could potty at will, had her toys, her food and water, and this was the safest and best location for her while I was at work.

The last 10 days prior to occupancy, the old residence had expired, and the new was delayed by renovations. I made the decisions to stay in a Motel, Monday through Thursday evenings, and then “camp” over the weekend at a KOA across the Border.  Perdita was unaffected by the change, as she continued to spend the days at the barn, and the nights where I was. And to her, as long as I was there, food and water, a place to potty, life was no different.

On the Friday night, I arrived at the KOA after 11 pm.  Found a parking spot for the camper, and then set up the rig for the night.  I walked Perdita to the KOA washrooms, which were located quite a distance from the parking place the camper was located at. Due to the hour of arrival, I could not determine the lifestyles nor types of occupants of the neighboring campers.  Chance to do that in the morning.

We returned to the camper and got settled in for the night.

About 2 am I awoke and had the overwhelming need to empty my bladder, ‘quickly’ very quickly.  I woke up, and so very quickly made a snap assessment of the surroundings determined from “our walk” earlier.  It was 2 am. To walk all the way to the washrooms, I would have to get fully dressed, get Perdita outfitted with collar and leash, and search for the flashlight and puppy bag (just in case she decided she needed to go), and then hope I actually made it in time to get to the washroom.

My snap judgement was to simply sneak behind the camper and then boil water over the spot in the morning or use disinfectant or whatever.  It was 2 am, I did not want to fully wake up, just to potty; when I could properly deal with the aftermath in the morning sometime.

All I had on was my panties and a T-Shirt.  I stepped out of the camper, gently closed the door so as to not wake Perdita, and walked a few feet to the rear of the camper.

Just as I was pulling down my panties, I heard the horrifying noise of “click, click, click, click, click” in a rapid succession.

Horrors, NO! You Have Got To Be Kidding Me!

I jumped up and ran to the door. You guessed it, locked! Locked solid as electronic locks can lock up.

I looked to the Driver’s window.  This little white face was noodle wiggling in celebration of waking up, and finding me, though I be outside and she inside.

After wanting to cry, I wanted to die. You can not jimmy electronic locks.  I was standing outside of my camper in my panties and a T-shirt in another country at 2 am. No keys, no money.

I went to the window and tried to have Perdita imitate me by licking the lock upwards.  I spent over 15 minutes on this tactic, which just made her wiggle noodle all the more, “mommy was acting so funny!”

I then tried to have her stand on the panel again, this time stepping on the unlock button.  No avail.

I then remembered that the entrance to the KOA had a payphone. So off I went praying with all my heart and soul that no one would drive by.

I got to the payphone and called the Operator.  When she came on, I explained my situation and asked her to call Roadside Assistance collect. The Operator refused. She told me that it was an Out of Country Long Distance Call and she refused to put the call through collect. She also stated that they could not come to assist me in a foreign country!!!! So I asked her if she would call “911”. Again she refused, saying that this was not an emergency, I should just go and wake someone in the campground and either ask for their cell to call or for funds to make the long distance call.  Now, in hindsight, I should have asked for her supervisor, but at the moment, I was far to vulnerable and fearful of the state of my dress.

So, I made the choice to walk the 6 miles to the International Border and have the Border Guards call Roadside Assistance.

Every time I heard a car, or people talking, I dove into the bushes until they passed.

About 6:30 am I walked into the Border and Customs office at the International Border. My feet were literally black as tar and I must have been a sight. All the Inspector on duty said was, as he gave me his jacket, “Who do you want me to call, I won’t ask any details.” Which I found to be very funny, and so it let loose a flood of held in stress, and I started to laugh uncontrollably.

After a few minutes of explanation, he called Roadside Assistance, but neglected to say it was an emergency.  And so I sat, in T-Shirt and panties for another hour.  As soon as I spotted the Roadside Van, in one swift movement, I returned the Inspector’s jacket to him, threw back a quick “thank you” and flew out the door to the Van.

The Driver had only started to open his door, and never had a chance to swing his legs out, and I was at the passenger door knocking for him to open it.

He took one look at me, and started to laugh.  I waited a few minutes for his laughter to slow a bit, and then said, “I guess I learned my lesson to not ever take a midnight potty behind my camper, ever again.”

While I retold the experience of the evening, the Roadside Driver could not stop laughing. Once I finished he looked at me and asked,  “do you want to hear the frosting on the cake to your evening?”

“Sure” I said, couldn’t get any better than this can it?

Still laughing he said, “You are my first call after being on my honeymoon vacation for 3 wks.; a honeymoon vacation that did not go so well.”

I looked at him, and we both burst into tears laughing.

We drove back to the Camper in the KOA laughing our heads off together.

He made the unnecessary remark of “if this ever happens again, do not say anything to the Operator, but to put through an emergency call to Roadside to arrange for a tow to the Border for your vehicle, they will then put the call through.”

I looked him in the eye and said, “Happen again?” “Are you serious!”  “This will NEVER happen again. My keys will never leave my hand, ever, ever again!”

And they never did.

When we arrived, there was Perdita sound asleep in the bed.  Camper locked up tight as ever.  And when we unlocked the Camper, she opened an eye, stretched and looked as if “did you have a good sleep too mommy?”

Yes dear. Splendid.

My saving grace was no one nearby appeared to be awake yet, or “home” when I returned to have my camper opened up.

Ah the innocence of children and pets’ actions.  Teaches us adults to stay accountable at all times at all costs!

Life As A Fish In A Bowl or A Bird In A Cage

As I stated much earlier, God has always provided me with glimpses of the road ahead, or revelations or insights into the root of a situation. Now to say that is to also say, I am not ever the quickest study, and it is often not until completely coming through the situation or storm, that I then realize the earlier vision – revelation – insight that was given years prior.  God is such a good God, for He truly has uniquely formed each and everyone of us to be the creation that He has designed, not any of us to be a “man-made” creation; however he uses our neighboring masses to form and to shape us into the person He wants each of us to become.  In situations where individuals want to be “our God” I can hear God tell the individual or the masses, “Go get your own dirt to start with!”

Let me remind the reader, that I grew up with a father with 4 brothers, all but one were jocks, all were talented and creative in differing venues, and 3 of the 5 were pretty “hot”. But only perhaps one, was chauvinistic, and borderline abusive. The other 4 all respected women as equals, possessing a mind and skills that God had designed for His purpose for their life.

This post will be about how where we are situated is entirely God Blessed or Man Made. It can be both, but it will be perfectly clear when it is one, the other, or both; and I have lived in all three.

In a God Blessed environment an individual has favor from both God and your neighboring humanity.  Here a person thrives, lives in a continual “Rock Star” environment.  You love everyone, and everyone loves you. Not for what you can give, not for what you can be or do for them, but exactly for who you are, without any changes, complete with spots, blemishes, scars and dysfunction. And this is truly Agape Love as was John and Jesus relationship and love for one another. Here, you literally can not ever fail. You are so blessed with favor, that every situation in your life is “covered, provided for, secured” that it is similar to living in the womb or being born into unlimited wealth combined with unrestricted love, care and concern.  What you vision for your life, and the vision others have for your life, is one and the same; no variations from one another in the two perceptions. You are living the Rock Star life day in and out.

Man Made is the title of the post, Life In A Fishbowl or Life in A Bird Cage.

The vision of the Man Made environment, God gave to me while I was living the life of a Rock Star. The vision opens where I was sitting in a kitchen filled with men dressed in “typical blue collar attire” and “wife beater” attire. And God portrayed this in such a manner to give me an indication of the road ahead performed by individuals who generally speaking are not in search of education, personal and mutual respect, and moral integrity of one another.  Remember, God was speaking to me in terms I would understand His prevailing message directed to me.

The vision begins with one of the men walking into the kitchen with a bird in a cage. At the table was seated 8 other men.

The bird in the cage was a Canary. A Snow White Canary without any markings of any kind.

The canary however was a female.  A female, not a male. As many know, males are the notorious singers, while females are very, very selective and reserved singers.

The man sat the canary in the cage in the center of the kitchen table. Though the table was large, seating 8 people comfortably, not the place to put a bird in a cage.

The vision progressed over years.  But the scenarios that played out were all with the same intention.  How to get this bird to sing.

Each of the men tried their hand in the attempts. The schemes they used were first with food, placing the cage by the window, completely covering the cage, shouting at the canary, banging and smashing the cage on the table top, poking sticks into the cage, removing all ornaments from inside the cage, removing food and water from the cage for extended periods of days on end, putting cats on the kitchen table to attack at the canary in the cage, playing blasting rock music next to the cage. All to no avail. The white female canary refused to sing.

The white canary was me. Isaiah 54:17 No weapon formed against me shall ever prosper. Read the Word of God outloud!  For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.
And it is effective, we use God’s mighty weapons, not worldly weapons, to knock down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments.

One day while the kitchen was empty, with no one around, Jesus walked into the room, and opened the door to the cage and the canary leaped onto His hand.  Jesus walked to the door leading outside, opened it and went out; all while the canary sat comfortably on His hand. He walked to the edge of the balcony and threw the canary up into the air. Fly sweet bird, fly free and soar. The canary never returned to the house but could be heard for years to come singing throughout the trees of the surrounding woods.

Merry Merry Christmas!

Jesus is Love, pure unadulterated love, unconditional love, mutual love but always with respect.

My Interpretation of Bathsheba

My interpretation of Bathsheba

Let me start this by saying, I hate religion. I love Christianity, and a relationship with God. But I find religion hard to take.  And for this post, I am referring in particular to the supported premise of “marriage until death do you part”.  I personally do not find many marriages to be God glorifying, and I most definitely do not accept anyone should stay in any relationship if there is ANY form of abuse or destruction to one or more of the principles. Whether that abuse or destruction is mental, psychological, physical, sexual or in what form. I would be gone in a New York minute. And nothing will change my view of any such relationships. I have walked with God for over 35 years now, and I do not believe for one moment, that abusive relationship are supportive in any fashion of who and what I believe God of Christianity expects from any one of us. Period. Now read on and enjoy my interpretation of Bathsheba.

I am under the belief that Bathsheba was a very, very intelligent woman; besides being very beautiful, as the Bible states.

Bathsheba was married to Uriah. From the Biblical accounts of Uriah, I do not believe that he loved her, so much as the attention he received from being married to her. She was favored by all. Beauty does that, draws attention, and favor. Being beautiful inside however, is the ingredient that retains quality friendships who are initially attracted to the exterior.

Uriah was intent on proving himself to people as worthy. Uriah was the one to go over and above the call of duty, if it made him appear all the more diligent, all the more committed. Uriah sought the applause of people, not God.

And Uriah was shallow. Uriah was afraid of transparency. Uriah was afraid of candor. Uriah sought the safety of relationships of no depth and no intimacy. Relationships of casual acquaintanceship. Relationships where there is little accountability, little change or refining or improvement of character.

Bathsheba was an intelligent, beautiful, talented woman. She gave in abundance, but in giving, she also expected equally in return. And from Uriah she was sorely neglected. The Bible says so. She wanted an attentive husband and a family and the nurturing and close relationships that come from having a family. But Uriah was more concerned with how he appeared to everyone of “authority” in his world, above and below him in his world.

Bathsheba understood the customs and the times in which she lived. She knew full well that the only way out of marriage was adultery. But, adultery came with the penalty of being stoned to death. Bathsheba understood that though she was incredibly beautiful, talented and intelligent, these qualities would be overlooked by men and women, for the justification of the act of adultery, and she indeed would be stoned to death.

I can imagine her thinking of ways of how to get out of her marriage. And then one night while sitting in her bath on her rooftop, she looked up and saw the King’s palace above her. Clearly. An unrestricted view above her. She could see the King’s terrace just as clearly as he could see her rooftop.

She began to watch from her window the King’s routines, when he would appear on the terrace. Then the thoughts began to form within her. The King had a penchant for beautiful women. The King was also attracted to women in need of protection and defense. And then she began to plan. If she could time her ovulation just right, maybe, just maybe she would be successful.

Bathsheba realized that her only chance of not being stoned to death by adultery was if she was to commit adultery with someone of great authority, and the King would have the power to stay the execution. Yet she also needed a man who had great compassion for women. Was this her answer, this man, this King, who’s courtyard looked down upon her lowly rooftop?

And so Bathsheba began setting her bait. She began to bath on her rooftop when she was sure that King David was in his quarters. And she began to pray. Pray God would cause King David to come out onto his balcony while Bathsheba was having her evening bath. And, King David began to inquire as to who was this rooftop below his palace? Who lived in this particular house down below. King David was relieved to hear that this was the home of one of his soldiers. A man who was married to the most beautiful woman, only to neglect her in order to fully and unconditionally serve the needs of his community; simply because his soul found delight in the spoken and voiced approval of people, not in developing a one on one relationship of transparency and consideration and equality with his wife, and potential family of children. And most likely, Uriah would have to learn how to refine his personality and characteristics.

While planning her ultimate bath, the timing of her ovulation was clearly on her mind. Bathsheba planned and executed the days prior to her best day of ovulation, providing glimpses of what David might have, if he so chose. During those preparatory days, King David would only get glimpses of Bathsheba. Glimpses of her stepping out of her bath, glimpses of being wrapped in towels by her maids. Bathsheba was building each day with longer and longer glimpses and increased seduction in her robing and brushing out of her hair, sometimes dry, sometimes wet.

The night of her initial stages of ovulation, Bathsheba waited to bath much later in the night. Later, when most everyone had retired for the night. All alone, without her maids attending. Bathsheba waited behind the window, watching for King David to frequent the balcony in search of her. And when she anticipated he could not live another minute without seeing her bathe, she came out onto her rooftop. She drew her water alone. Scantily clad in clothing that clearly revealed her nakedness underneath. And dropping her robe, she stepped into full view before King David as she stepped into her bath.

King David jumped at the bait, running inside his room, calling his attendants, he commanded them to go and to bring Bathsheba to him, immediately.  And as the Bible states, they did.

Bathsheba then waited.

The courage it took Bathsheba to notify King David she was pregnant was nothing when compared to the realization of what would happen to her and her child if she simply waited out the pregnancy. Could she actually pretend that the child was Uriah’s? Did she want to continue this marriage? Could she exist raising a family basically alone; though she may have a husband, was this a man, a man she wanted raising her children with? Was this a man who would love and nurture her children alongside of her? Most assuredly not. How can I say not? Did not the lineage of Jesus come down through King David and Bathsheba?

Bathsheba decided to complete her plan. Bathsheba put the ball back into King David’s court. Let King David decide her fate. And so she sent King David a private note delivered by her maid. No one was to know. Her letter, as her fate, was sealed. In her note, she informed King David she had not been with any other man, not even her husband, months prior to, and up until now. This was stated so King David clearly would know that the child was his, and his alone.

The rest is Biblical history. King David pulled Uriah home from the war. Uriah refused to go home, and chose rather to sleep at the city gate, as pursuant to Uriah’s crowd pleasing personality. And hence King David chose to have Uriah killed in action.

This was the lineage that God chose to have Jesus descend from. God knew and planned all along for this relationship to happen. King Solomon was God’s chosen passage of Jesus birth. Bathsheba’s plan was ultimately God’s plan.

I Go To Prepare A Place For You

Today, I saw this scripture from such beautiful personal revelations.

I used to go and visit my parents who lived about a 5 hour drive away almost every weekend.  They had a complete 2 bedroom suite on the ground floor of their home.  They could have rented out the suite, but chose to reserve it for my weekend use.

When I would arrive on Friday afternoon, the entire suite had been prepared specifically so that I would take joy and delight in the arrangement of “special things” and items of significance.

At the time, I owned 2 Afghan Hounds.

My dad had made a platform that housed their feed bowl and water bowl, (one shelf with dual bowl compartments for each dog) and had seamlessly attached it to the front of each night stand, coming off the front slightly below the shelf compartment. This was so they did not have to bend all the way to the floor to drink or eat!  This shelf attachment was stained to match the night stand, and appeared as though it had been a part of the night stand all along. Their night stands had the cutest soft glow night lights on the top; one in a moon, the other in a star.

This bedroom had twin beds with euro pillow-top mattresses, and my mom had made fitted mattress covers from treated canvas duck to cover the polyurethane mattress covers you buy in the stores.  Over top of the canvas mattress cover, she had made fitted polar fleece covers, complete with a pillow and matching polar fleece pillow case, so each dog had a fuzzy bed to sleep on.  In the closet was a 50 lb. bag of their specific dog food, and bags of dog cookies, chew toys, and all the kinds of toys they loved to play with.

My dad had made a dog run off of this bedroom, and had reconstructed a lower half door (similar to a barn door design) to fit in the doorway exiting the room to the outside covered chain link fenced dog run. The bottom half of the door was pivotal from the center, so that it swung circular in and out of the room. This enabled the dogs to come and go from the room to the run, at their leisure.  The bedroom door leading into the hallway was a pet gate so the dogs could see down the hallway when confined to their room (which was only at night or when we went out). My dogs would go crazy when I would drive into my mom and dad’s driveway; and once free of the car, would bound into the house and race each other to “their” room.  Each would jump onto their perspective bed, roll all over it, then bound off, race each other out the pet door into the run, have a sniff around, and then race each other back inside to go and find my parents. Upon whom they lavished with kisses and dog chatter in thanksgiving welcome!

My room had a 180 degree view of the lake, with patio doors out to my covered garden terrace.  My mom had made seasonal duvet covers and matching pillow shams and sheets.  She knew I loved lots of pillows and I had 6 full sized pillows on my bed. I had a hammock on  my patio.  On the post near the hammock was a small stand my dad had made that was large enough to hold a glass, a book or 2, and a bowl (to fill with snack goodies).

In the closet was a complete set of my clothes that I would need for vacation wear, and a couple of outfits for formal evening wear, on the occasion that we went to dinner out, and on the dresser was a complete jewelry chest of rings, earrings, bangle bracelets, necklaces, hair ornaments, etc. I had shorts, jeans, T-shirts, bathing suits, bathing coverups, blouses, skirts, pants, shoes, boots, hoodies, jackets, bras, panties, tanks, everything I could ever need.

The bathroom was complete with toothbrushes, toothpaste, mouthwash, floss, Q-tips, cotton balls, HP, RA, powder, scented soaps, facial soaps, loofahs, tweezers, towels, hair dryer, curling iron, straitening iron, hot rollers, hair accessories, perfumes, and all the makeup items I ever used, as well as a washer and dryer of my own to use.

And the kitchen was stocked with all of my favorite drinks and foods for day and evening snacks.  I am addicted to yogurt, and there was always a full shelf of yogurt and gallon jugs of low calorie cranberry juice!  But, my dad insisted I bring up my own milk. . . .I am a voracious milk drinker, and he thought it too expensive to support my habit of milk consumption!

The living room had a sectional hydebed (in case I brought up friends) with two contemporary recliner chairs, a TV and a stereo system;  and a bar with a separate fridge and sink from that in the kitchen.  The bar was always stocked with beer, wine, and every flavor of soda you could ask for; and the bar had 4 bar stools to sit on, should we choose eat downstairs in the suite.

I never had to bring up anything with me; but literally could leave straight from work, except to stop at home and pick up the dogs.

My weekends at my parents home was the most relaxing, enjoyable and wonderful times of memory.  They lived in my most favored climate on my most favorite location, hot and dry, on a clean swimming lake.

As I was reading this scripture, John 14:3, the Holy Spirit quickened this memory to me, and another one of similar nature.

The other memory, was when I would house sit for a Pastor and his wife when they had to travel the world on Mission Trips.  When I house sat for them I only had one Afghan Hound. When I would arrive at their house, the entire house had been prepared just for my stay.  They went so over the top, I never, ever could ask for a house sitter fee, but truthfully felt like I should pay them to stay at their house. Again, the wife would have cooked all my favorite meals, and put them in the freezer. The fridge was stocked with all the foods and brands that I used, and they always left behind an abundance of Grocery Store Cards in case anything ran out, so I would not have to take money out of my account to eat or live.  The bathroom was well stocked, even to the hair color brand and color I used!  They had a dog bed that my Afghan just loved! and they had his preferred food and favorite snacks well stocked in their garage.   They also insisted that I use their car, and left me their gas card to keep their car filled. And to ensure I would use their car and not my own, they would have me drive them to the airport, and then pick them up again, when they returned.  Most often, the would sneak my car key from me before they left, and would hide it from me so I was unable to use my car for the duration while they were gone. A game we both played with each other!

John 14:1-4 says: “1 Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not true, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.”

If this over the top extension of consideration and kindness by my parents and by my hosts for whom I house sat was not only conceivable, but was created just for me, can your mind imagine the arrangements that Jesus Christ will make for every human being that asks for His forgiveness and asks Jesus to be their eternal Lord and Master of their life?  Think about the magnitude of what place He is in preparation for you right now. Nothing short of amazing! So great is His love for all who call Him by name!