Carpet Rounds

My grandmother spent several years working in a furniture store. I suppose that is why she had two packages of carpet samples, each sample round about 4″  in diameter. All I know is that when we went to her house, they were stored in with the toys and my sister and I would play with them.

Sometimes we would spread them all out around their living room and tiptoe our way across on them. At other times we would use the same concept only the person in front would drop carpet samples one round at a time, resulting in drastic direction changes and laughter.

The other morning in my quiet time, those silly carpet rounds came to mind. I’ve been contemplating fear in my life lately–I know, doesn’t that sound like fun–and there are areas of my life where I know I need to step out and be brave. Instead, I’ve been hiding behind attitudes and cloaking my fears. I’ve been preferring the comfortable and familiar to the great unknown. The ridiculous thing is that I know if I would step out, then freedom and fulfillment would be waiting on the other side.

Sometimes we ask God for guidance and direction, but I wonder, do I really want to take the risk of leaving the familiar horizons behind? “Of course I do,” is the correct spiritual answer. Lately, however, it seems like it is just an automatic response; inside, I’m resisting change like crazy.  Why? Fear.

So I’m trying to not lose myself in the big picture of doing things VERY differently; rather I’m watching for the round carpet sample to be  dropped by Christ. And to follow in obedience, without grumbling, no matter how drastic the change in direction is.

Are there any childhood games you played that are symbolic of something God is trying to teach you currently? How do you overcome fear?

The Adventures of Fiona Bemoana

I’ve been watching a lot of Netflix lately while in recovery mode. Either nothing is truly funny or my sense of humor is WAY out there. This post will be about what my humorless existence has brought me to.

Armed with truth serum, Fiona Bemoana stepped out into the world and fell flat on her acetonic begonias. This would have been alright were they not positioned right beside a squawking gander wandering out of his normal realm to artistically contribute to the finesse of goo.

Fiona Bemoana felt the goose’s goose through every deliberate piece of clothing fashioned for just such an occasion, should such an occasion occur. This, of course, sent her into a tailspin (or would it be rump-spin, not to be confused with Rumplestiltskin), which only further endangered her acetonic begonias and their fleeting carnivorous colors.

Finally, with a great lift–aided much by a sound of a gaseous nature and the gander’s returning onslaught–Fiona Bemoana stood up and brushed herself off. Luckily, the truth serum remained intact, despite its tactless polyester blended carrying case of quilting scraps tacked together. She attacked the sidewalk with tactical maneuvers and soon was on her way toward the center of town where she was held up by a line of horse jockeys carrying tack across the intersection one piece at a time. Obviously new tactics were desperately needed. Two tried to tackle her when they learned of her precious cargo.

Fiona Bemoana, our heroine in distress, crossed the street in a bovine zone and soon outwitted even the cleverest of villians, CHAROLAIS DEVON, a well RED DANISH, who claimed he was HERE-FOR-D LIMOUSIN’s. (Cow talk for you non-boviners). Ah, but in the midst of crossing, Fiona encountered a passing troupe of circus cows playing the blues upon their LONGHORNS and SHORTHORNS, and that’s the long and short of it. With great DEXTER-ity, she managed to scramble out of the way in time, making sure to yell, “MOOOve over for others.” Her remark was not received well. It’s udder-ly impossible to describe its implications on the cow clowns who milked every comment they herd for what it was worth, despite cheesy implications. They did however chew her out with cudding.

Time–and space in my blog–was running out. Desperate to reach the absolutely, positively, most important person in town (and I mean, THE. ABSOLUTELY. POSITIVELY. MOST. IMPORTANT. PERSON. IN. TOWN.), Fiona Bemoana strapped up her big girl pants, they were dragging the ground but they fit over four outfits, and ran. Well, really it was more of a cantering sauntering sometimes somersaulting movement type of thing. We’ll call it a dance. Maybe she picked it up from “Dancing With the Stars.”

With fifty seconds–and fifty words–to spare, Fiona Bemoana arrived at her destination. She pulled out the truth serum and handed it to the people who desperately needed it:  test audiences for sitcoms and movies of a comedic nature. All this so they could indeed speak the truth to the execs and producers and tell the world that the productions they had watched were indeed, “not funny.”


Armed With Kavod

I am embarking on an adventure this week, albeit one I’m admittedly not looking forward to whole-heartedly. And yet it will help my heart become closer to whole, or so I hope.

When heading for an adventure, one usually plans months in advance and prepares for it weekly, if not daily, the closer it gets. According to the google definition an adventure is “an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity.” By these standards I am indeed heading for an adventure, that of heart surgery.

A simple, routine procedure for the surgeon is in fact a battle of thoughts and emotions for his subject. The easy replacement of a medical implant reveals the often invisible battlefield surrounding me, and shows how often I am on it, unarmed and vulnerable.

I’ve been chewing over the concept of glory and being armed with it for a while now. In Hebrew the word for glory is KAVOD, and its definition far surpasses that which I’ve always associated with its meaning, that of high honor. But glory in Hebrew, KAVOD, means heavy weapons and defenses of battle.

In the Bible the Israelites sometimes went into battle armed with the glory of God, and sometimes they just thought they were, which usually ended poorly for them.

I’ve been pulling out KAVOD the last few days in preparation for my surgery–my unusual, hazardous experience, aka:  adventure. Battles are adventures, look at the genre classification for war films. And battles are adventures in my own tiny life. And this time I want to be ready for the adventure. I want to be armed with KAVOD.

And so I am recalling scripture, immersing myself in God’s Word, praying hard, praising hard, gathering the armor of God around me and gearing up.

What about you? What adventure are you embarking on which will require KAVOD to see it through? How will you gear up?