Camel Coffee Spiders and Jesus

The awesomeness of a random Tuesday morning. Finally falling asleep in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, because you would think my seven-month-old grandson staying the week is what kept me up. Ohhhh no, he’s a perfect sleeper. It was the ten-year-old girl next to me who sleeps as gently as a rabid infested water buffalo. My lovely sweet, smart and totally hilarious daughter whom I love more than legal limits allow, has unfortunately acquired my genetic┬ámakeup which makes her as dainty and graceful as a bull in a china shop. What can I say, she’s mine. Were a very special breed. ┬áAfter the less than angelic sleep I had, I┬áwoke up knowing because I┬áwashed and blowed dried my hair before bed, it will take less time and less effort to get ready for work. Yay, me! How smart am I? ┬áUpon sleepily glaring into the mirror in disbelief after brushing what could only be the smell of decaying roadkill out of my mouth, I noticed it. ┬áMy hair would take a little more effort than I had anticipated. I looked more like Billy Ray Cyrus during his achy breaky heart phase. It was awful, however, did I end up with a mullet in my lack of sleep?
See, I love this time of year. The cooler temperatures. The smell of fireplaces. The colors of the leaves. The twinkling of the Christmas lights. I love it all. Among my friends, this time of year is known as my stage name, HollieWeather. Well, let’s say I loved it before relocating to Texas. Right now it’s more like spring. Before Texas, I had never experienced allergies. After moving to Texas,┬áantihistamines and I have grown quite close. My besties are no longer human but are now small, round and come in a box. I now have the absolute joy of coughing as if there were such a thing as seasonal tuberculosis. I am positive the neighbors have contacted the CDC and they will be knocking down my door in hazmat suits any day now. One of the added joys to these allergies is the bipolar sinus’s. One side turns into Niagara Falls and the other seems to react as if the high desert has been relocated to my right side sinus cavity. But, I have a super stellar ability to ignore the hardest of things when I know the haven sent the cut of perfect warm ambition is brewing in the next room. The aroma alone gets my heart to racing, better than any hot boyfriend, any day. As suggested by a friend, I was excited about the new Arabic blend┬áI was trying.┬áI hurriedly added my scientifically perfected amounts of creamer and Splenda, as I lifted my favorite cup to my lips, I knew after my lack of sleep this was the one thing that would be absolutely perfect this morning. Ugh, bam was I ever so wrong!!! Let me say DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! This specific blend. The Arabic blend….. ┬áTaste as if it were roasted by the heat of the undercarriage of wild flea infested unbathed third world camel, then filtered through his bladder. Not good. No Bueno.┬áAs if I were not aggravated enough with events up to this point, I managed to mangle my eye with my new eyeliner. Now, I am beyond aggravated, I am mad. Utterly and disgustingly mad. In an attempt to save myself from bringing this disgustingly┬ámadness into work, I blared my happy upbeat music all the way to work. Music is my thing. I love it. You know when you drive up to a stop light and see that crazy lady┬ádancing with their arms swinging and head bopping? Yes, I would be her. It’s just my thing. With that I should warn the world, I have passed that along to my daughters. They too, do it… Your welcome.
After arriving at work I was in a much better mood. The taste of the undercarriage camel bladder coffee was almost gone. I unlocked the door to the office and what would you know, I walked straight into a huge spider web. How could I have missed it? The spider web then clung to my eyelashes. I am almost sure in the attempt to call for help, I inhaled part of it. At this point for all, I know the spider that called the web home has taken up residence in my up-teased, very hair sprayed hair. That was it. It was only 7:33 AM, and I was done for the day. So, over. Time to go home.
Well, I sat at my desk mulling over this mornings event. Let me tell you this does not help. I was angry at the spider. I was angry at the camel coffee. I was angry at the beautiful bull that slept next to me last night. And, I was even angry at the eyeliner!! I was ANGRY!! I then realized the one thing I missed. I was so tired, distracted and preoccupied I missed the important stuff.
I didn’t spend any time with the lord. I didn’t read my bible, I┬áwas to busy with one scripture. I was too┬ápreoccupied with my own chaos I hadn’t even prayed. I then remembered exactly what I say to my girls when they say they were to busy to spend time in Gods word. I always tell them “it’s a good thing when carrying that cross and then being nailed to it Jesus didn’t say wait, I have to work, I had homework, I had to see my friends”. I hadn’t practiced what I preach and wholeheartedly believe. Bringing to mind scriptures taught to me by my mother and various Sunday school teachers as a child.
But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Matthew 6:33
And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed. Mark 1:35
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 119:105
All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness.  2Timothy 3:16
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28
ÔÇťI am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. John 15:1-5
Does this mean if I first seek God’s face, in prayer and reading of the word my morning would have been perfect or less eventful? No, it only means my reaction to these imperfect moments I would have possibly reacted differently. Maybe laughed a little more and not been as aggravated. ┬áSee, being a Christian does not make your life perfect, nor does it make it easier. It helps your attitude. It helps your reaction. ┬áTherefore in the future, I will seek God’s face in the word and prayer before attempting to take on whatever events may take place.
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