Whispering Grass - A Griffin will understand

MY FALSE BRAVADO ILLUSTRATED PERFECTLY

Humility and Other Stuff

(well for the love of crackers and hot chocolate, I cannot center this to save my formidable arse)


As I have stated in various posts this blog is not really an avenue for me to gain a large audience. It is an avenue for me to write and whomever finds their way here either by invitation or some unfortunate mishap is welcome. I am eternally in transition, as I suspect we all are, were the truth known. I write about my life in Christ and I write about my character defects and I write stream of consciousness more than less. I think stream of consciousness is attractive to me because I can jump from one thought to another without burdening myself with a set of criteria.

Oh dear, I just had an alarming thought. Please grant me this one request. If there is a writing criteria for stream of consciousness please don't tell me. I don't see how it would be possible to set a criteria for steam of consciousness. One day that stream may flow full and swift; the next it may meander along twisting and turning at random. God, why don't I just shut up? I did mention humility as if I have a modicum of it.

Humility sucks suggests that I have been playing around the edges of that most desirable of character traits. Events conspired this week to put the mirror of character defects before me. One look into that mirror exposed me for a temperamental, self-absorbed, angry woman, at least for the set of events of this particular week. I would like to add, in an attempt to gather a bit of my self-respect back, that I was and have been under the influence of steroids. Steroids have the unfortunate effect on me of setting myself only slightly lower than a god. A mean tempered little god, not a loving or benevolent god. No, I trend to the mythical gods who at every opportunity held themselves above all other gods. In an unfortunate twist of moods, I also become sensitive to any and all stimulation that enters my world. I guess I would have to commit to the assignation of "ass-hole god". Yes, that fits. Diabolically I rarely inform the people around me that I am under the influence of steroids. Hence, they encounter a sensitive ass-hole bearing no resemblance to a god, big or small for no apparent reason at all.

Several days later and no clue where I was headed with the humility stuff. That humbles me a bit.













for pity's sake I cannot get this dang alignment to go back to the left leaving me square in the middle a position with which i have very little frame of reference. it serves me right after posting this adorable child who lightens up my every day and i have the nerve to place him in a post that seems to be leading nowhere at all. AND, yes, I have chosen the left alignment and saved it and done it again and saved it again so please reserve comments (as if....hilarious guffaws and peals of laughter)

Horse feathers and cotton candy!

Roast Beef and Radishes!

 

As I was going out of my umble jumper,

I met a rerock toting away my randy pipe.

I said to myself if I had my tit ma tat

I'd make that rerock throw down my randy pipe.

 

Hence, the "other stuff"!

 

Short curtsy,

blow of a kiss

a wing of the eye

 

Good-bye!





From Glory to Glory

 

A WEE BIT OF GLEE

 

 

 

MOMENTARY GLEE IS OVER

Stream of consciousness. I want to float along in my stream of consciousness. Random thoughts from the holiday season. Not one party. Not one gift. Gave no gifts. Sick with the crud...over and over and over. Beautiful donors. My grandson's bike was free. Beautiful donor. My son's family had food to eat .Beautiful  donor. A woman in the Wal-Mart line paid my friend's grocery bill when my friend's card would not  take. Beautiful donor. Jesus I see your face. You are so beautiful to me. John passed away...died to be more realistic about it. He suffered for a short time and was gone. Beautiful blessing. Miss Bea protected by the very angels from heaven. Joyous, beautiful glory. John's funeral became a spirit-filled abundance of love, love and more love. Death held no grip on us. Death lost that day and the Holy Spirit allowed each of us to experience John in our own way. The Holy Spirit poured out a golden liquid of love on Ms. Bea. Love flowed through that church. Joy danced on the back of the pews touching each shoulder of those attending. A gentle hush fell. The going away of John began. God, you magnificent, wonderful, majestic, Father of all here, all gone and all to come. Come Lord Jesus! Touch us as we say good bye to our friend who humbly walked this earth . A servant's heart left a gift for his beloved wife. John ran that funeral and John set up the events so that we could all see the mysterious power of the indwelling Christ manifested. Glory upon glory. A glimpse of heaven on John's day of homecoming. We let him go. His job complete. Ms Bea, loved from the very heavens, left here without her John, filled with a peace that passes all understanding walks with the heart of a human missing a human and the gracious gift of a peace that passes all understanding. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! There is something about that Name!

The rest of the story will come in the next few days. To put it mildly, a roller coaster ride at triple speed followed the Beautiful Day. The deadly snake of timeless evil drew back his head blinking malevolent eyes of golden fire in our direction. I sensed the fetid smell, warm breath, intense scrutiny of this hellish reptile. I knew every drop of our beautiful time in the presence of the Holy Spirit must stand guard calling to Jesus, holding firm to our vision at John's funeral, empowered by the angel armies of God Himself. I drew my breath in deeply. I know this old enemy intimately. But, I saw him robbed of the tragedy of death at the funeral of my friend John where the fire deep in my bosom was lit by the fire of glory. I do not fear. I wait to see what treachery dwells within this beast. I stand ready to fight alongside the host of warriors who from age to age have grown in number. The Body of Christ stands ready. Alleluia!



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