Thursday, October 30, 2014

Dear Ann

You couldn't possibly have known that I would need to read your e-mailed blog post on this morning of all mornings.  You couldn't have known that.

You couldn't have known that my nerves would be strung tight as any guitar string...or a piano string...or like the strings on my Daddy's dulcimer that sits behind the living room chair...

You couldn't know I would be strung that straight and taut this morning...or that your post would strum the note right out of me.

But God knew.

God spoke right to my tightly wound heart using your words, Ann.

The words that came from your heart to my e-mail at 0-dark-thirty in the AM.

God plucked the note on my heart strings...played his morning melody...sang me His song...using your words.

These Words right here...

And I am ever so grateful that God knew what would get me out of the bed this morning...that He knew I would need words like yours...that He knew your words would break the knot up that was collecting in my throat...the knot that was keeping me from saying what needed to be said...

So grateful that He used your words to make me brave today.




Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Man in the Yellow Hat

This morning I woke up to seven year old boy breath in my face.  

He was staring at me...breathing on me.

In his morning voice: "You have to pack my lunch."

"Oh yeah...I forgot."

And he was gone...looking for clean blue jeans.

I heard him in the hallway in front of the dirty clothes basket, 

"I really wish these clothes were all clean."

"Yeah.  Me too, buddy."  

Note to self...wash the laundry today.

He came back a bit later...clean jeans and everything...and picked up the Curious George book we started yesterday morning.  

"Will you read it to me?"

"Absolutely."

George spills ink on the carpet and ends up with a medal in this story...how does that work?

Sometimes I wish I could be like George.  He makes big messes and gets into a little bit of trouble.  And then the man in the yellow hat bails him out and the story ends with a parade for George or a party or a medal or a picture with the mayor.  Lucky little monkey.

If I had a man in a yellow hat...

I could cook dinner and leave the mess and he would clean it up!

I could forget to wash laundry and it would pile up the wall in the hallway...then the yellow-hatted man would wash it all...and fold it and (gasp!) put it all away

If I had a man in a yellow hat, I could let a herd of wild elephants into my house and end up with a party somehow...or I could forget my wallet and he would come chasing after me to give it to me.

Heck, if I had a man in a yellow hat I could pretty much do whatever I wanted all day and life would be a bowl of bananas!

My oldest texted me from school recently:

     "Can you bring me lunch and my fleece?  I'm freezing and starving."

And it's sinking in...I am the man in the yellow hat.

And that's not always a bad thing.

So I wash the laundry...cook supper...drive a forgotten lunch to the High School...find clean blue jeans...pack lunches...help with leaf projects...

All I need is the hat.

I already have the monkeys.