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 |  "My eyes had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you." Job 42:5 NIV |
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Welcome to My WDC blog Thoughts as I walk with Jesus. God Bless! |
| I woke up this morning to the sound of crows pecking at the top of the chimney. My fireplace is open so the sound echoed throughout my house. I walked over to the fireplace and asked them to be a little less noisy. I didn't mind they were there. I just thought they could be less noisy. After I spoke into my fireplace, it got very quiet. I envisioned them looking around outside trying to figure out where this mystery voice came from. That made me smile. Once I smiled, my mood changed and so I told them to be as noisy as they wished. I don't mind. Crows. I find it interesting that all crows are black. There are no multicolored crows or crows that are all brown or any other color for that matter. Black. That's it. I need coffee. |
| The eraser. When I lay awake at night and a thought of you appears...I hit delete. When I'm driving my car and a thought of you appears...I hit delete. When I'm writing and a thought of you appears...I hit delete. When someone asks about you, I say "I've erased her." Erase her. The eraser. |
| Beetles burrowing themselves underneath my fingernails as I sleep. Slugs wrapping themselves around my fingers as I sleep. Spiders spinning webs on the indent of my eye sockets as I sleep. I've never felt so in-tune with nature as I wake. That day, everything fell into place Love was all around and birds were winking at me. Squirrels shared the tree with my cat Life is beautiful. |
| I park my car and turn the engine off. I glance down to the passenger seat to be sure that I have everything I need - wallet, keys and the list. Ok, I am good-to-go. I open the door and step out and reveal to the world my new Adidas shoes. I close the door and begin walking near the entrance. I play real-life frogger on the way there. (my parents always told me video games were brain poison...well Dad, a video game just helped me dodge a large truck.) I reach the entrance as the automatic doors open and I step inside. The first thing I notice is that there are no carts near the entrance. How am I suppose to hold all the crap on this list without a cart? I got to go find one. I finally track down a cart and of course, I get the one with the special wheel in the front that doesn't want to spin so everyone within a 20-foot radius knows where I am. I get the loudest cart in the supermarket. Lucky me! Let's see...what's the first item on the list? Asparagus? Really? Where do they keep asparagus? It's probably with all the vegetables. I know I can save some time by not checking in the candy aisle. Even I know that would be a waste of time. I check there anyway. No asparagus. I really need to start paying more attention to my inner dialogue. The guy with the thick country accent in my head told me not to go there. Someday I will learn to take those people seriously...until then, I will continue to listen to the constant insults from the friends in my head. He called me a 'snot nugget' today. I'm not sure what that is but I'm sure it's not a compliment. I find the asparagus and place it in the cart. Second thing on my list is frosted flakes. Cereal. That's an easy one. I walk away from all those vegetable people, who are all slouched over their carts, looking fragile. I get to the cereal aisle and it shines brighter than the sun. Every box is calling me. 'why are you calling me 'honey bunches of oats?' you know I can't stand you. Cereal is supposed to be good. You are gross. Besides, I am here to see Tony, 'They're grrrreat!' He says. I turn around to see what or who said it. Tony the tiger is swinging from a tire swing above the candy aisle and laughing. ....ok, I need to go home and shower. That's the last time I go to the store after eating pizza from the psilocybin hut. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Spiderwebs in my eyes. Roaches conquer my ears and lay slimy green eggs. I squint my eyes as the hot sun burns my retinas and they begin to smoke. The smoke from my eyes form a flower. Beautiful grey flower. Do I water it? The thought of the responsibility I have accepted makes me cry. I should not be in charge of keeping something so beautiful alive. My hands shake as I reach for the garden hose - I see tears dripping off the leaves. |
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