Lured by coffee a drip, one off kilter and half asleep hubby stumbled into kitchen.
As Ted sat down to waiting mug of fresh coffee, Tess hid smirk with fingers. "Ted, that faded maroon tee shirt is nearing pink. Plus it's inside out. And what' happened to your hair?"
"Ted felt atop twisted mop, mumbled, "Um, mass hairsteria?"
Thus triggered, even her index finger neath nose could not stop, non-stop Tess piglet snort-a-rama. That is until inspirational one-upmanship burst out, "I thought mass hysteria was like, when the priest tells a joke... giggle, giggle, snort-snort."
Ted groaned, "That was a good one, Honey. Almost woke me up." Ted hoisted mug, missed mouth, thumped rim to chin.
Tess grabbed napkins and corralled steaming hot coffee at table edge. "Almost had a tad a lap hysteria there, Ted Boy."
Thank you Tessie." Ted rested head gainst her, hugged arm around her.
Tess almost kissed his forehead, halted, nervously giggled, "That hair looks like a rat nest. I almost expect one to stick his head out any moment and..."
"Eeeeeek!!" Ted squeaked, tickled her ribs.
Tess gasped, tried to wiggle free.
"I'm Mr. Tangles. Want to hear me sing rat-acapella? Eeeek-Eeeeeeek!" Ted tickled Tess all the more.
Panicked at even the thought of a rat, Tess broke free, caught breath. "You dirty rat! I get up early, fix you coffee, save your naughty bits from scalding, and get scared out of my gourd in return! Ted, I am sick up and fed!"
"Uh Honey, that's not the correct..."
"Oooh!" Tess bobby socks spun on dark tile floor, scooted her green and red plaid boxer short bottom near out kitchen door.
Even while appreciating wife's walk away wiggle, Ted still teased, "Hey while your up can you fetch Mr. Tangles a spot a cheddar?" He smirked, near choked on sip of coffee.
Moments passed, then a few more. Still sitting at table Ted began to faintly remember something about an old and often misquoted idiom, "Hell hath no fury like a woman without cheddar." He chuckled to himself, but then the dawn of consequences almost prodded, "Did I go like a bridge too afire?" He punctuated snierk with slap of leg, just as Tess re-entered kitchen brandishing mirror, comb, and sharp scissors a snipping.
Ted gulped.
Tess advanced, grabbed kitchen towel along the way. She set the instruments of torture before Ted on table. She draped towel round Ted neck and shoulders, and while roughly massaging, near choking that neck, uttered thru askew clenched teeth, "This won't hurt a bit. Well, maybe just a little. Ya know when, like when the hair isn't quite cut all the way thru and I pull, maybe even yank just a little too soon to go to the next snip." Tess snatched up comb and scissors.
"Uh Tess, Honey, Sweetie, maybe you should relax a bit before you start trimming? Take a load off? Enjoy a cup of honey lavender tea?" One wide eyed Ted attempted spousal smoozaliztion. "Ya know, ah, that way we might avert hair-tastrophy." His neurotransmitters misfired into unappreciated, "Hee-hee."
"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm a regular hair-nado at ultra close trims." Glint of scissor steel echoed midst Tess left eye a twitch. "Why don't cha just hold that mirror, Ted Boy, so you can witness the slashing, I mean expert styling."
Ted braced for hair massacre. Yet, a little miracle seemed slowly taking place. For as Tess combed and snipped away, her facial tic subsided, her eyes relaxed, filled with forgiveness, even adoration. For in taking care of her Teddy, Tess was taking care... love to repair?
As Tess combed and snipped one last tangle from Ted hair, she asked, asked as women do, "Why did you pick me?"
"What?" Ted took sip of coffee. Fought urge to tease Tess. But try as he might a smooth sailing reply eluded him, and that urge to continue tease-athon persisted. "No doubt," he thought, "the result of overdosing on Saturday morning obnoxious cartoon characters as a kid. Maybe I need therapy, or better yet simply ask in Jesus name for guidance in a little prayer..."
Still combing his hair, Tess eyed hubby, "Quit stalling, Teddy. Spit it out. I am short, little, certainly no super model. Why did you pick me?"
Ted scooped Tess to lap. "Not by ruler nor scale be the measure of love, but by what the heart is made of."
Tess brushed her lips to his, "So, you're sayin' I am not so pretty, but have a pleasing personality?" Tess played coy.
Prettiest female loon in the whole lagoon," Ted gave his Tess kissy peck.
"So now I'm crazy?"
So followed one long and lips a giggle kissy kiss kiss...
Ted unaware of from mirror hidden... one back of head blotch of hair a missin'...
Neither by ruler nor scale be the measure of love... but by what the heart is made of...
Inspired by 1st Samuel 16:7 (How God sees us,,,)
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
BELLY BUTTON
In cool of night Tess slid into bed, gently plopped belly button to belly button atop one sleeping Ted. She gave a little yawn, snuggled face to his chest and with a smile drifted off to the lullaby of his heart. Yet, the storm beat near; for lips abed asleep, secrets oft fail to keep...
In tide of night
from closet shelf
call shoe box treasures
of salty sand
of cool sea sprays
surf sway mementos
of long ago love
ebbed far
yet not lost
so on I drift
so on I sail
til set sail
sails
So did the lips of husband asleep, secrets fail to keep, from wifely ear where volcano and tropical isle oft beat one in the places of the heart.
Tess had thought it a dream til the nightmare words 'long ago love' pricked her heart. And as she gazed thru dim moonlight into the face of the husband she thought she knew, an ungentle tear fell down cheek, "Just who is this long ago tidal shore sandy beach of a woman!"
Day break replaced moonlight shadows. Ted had risen, made way to kitchen. And Tess, well Tess still in bedroom had replaced dew of tears with eyes afire determination, "Just what ...are... you hiding in that closet shoe box, Monsieur Ted?" Therefore, ergo and oh my, Tess got up, and she got into that closed closet, dug around found that box of old, grasped lid, and hesitated, til cry spilled out, "Jesus, help me!"
Tad more than a brief moment later, belly button to belly button in kitchen, did Tess feign concern? "Why is my wittle Teddy weddy's tummy so bloated and all growl-ly?"
"You hid em. I found em. I ate em."
"Let me smell that breath. Chocolate! My homemade chocolate chip cookies!"
"Burp!" Smug satisfaction plastered Ted's still half a sleep chocolate smudged face.
"That was for the kids at Sunday school." Tess protest morphed to hint of vengeance, "So, Ted, did you know that you talk in your sleep?"
"What? I don't."
"Yes you do."
"No way!"
"Way." Tess wiggled in his arms, stood tip toes up to his ear, whispered, "I found the shoe box."
"What shoe box?" Ted waxed tad sweaty.
"From closet shelf call shoe box treasures, Mr. Talks In His Sleep." Tess poked his chocolate bloated belly with the finger of the hand that also held a telling photo. "Now do you recollect, Mr. No Recollection?"
"I just woke up."
"No excuses!"
"I don't feel so good." Ted burped.
"I have in my possession proof from the belly of the box!" Tess finger poked his belly gain.
"What proof?" Ted tried to detach, backed into kitchen counter.
Still belly button to belly button, Tess pressed, "The proof I hold in my righteous right hand." Tess leaned in hard... but the kiss was soft...
Ted melted at kitchen counter, til his back rested against marble top. Tess lips followed his as the photo slipped from her hand, feather floated to floor. And lip to lip Tess whispered, "You were just a tad older than me then. You were already walking. I was still just a little butt scooter."
And on the floor... on that kitchen floor rested faded photo of a young boy watching over a certain little girl at edge of ocean...
Belly button to belly button:
Proverbs 3:5-8 KJV: 5)Trust in the LORD with all thine heart: and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6)In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. 7)Be not wise in thine own eyes; fear the LORD, and depart from evil. 8)It shall be health to thy 'navel' and marrow to thy bones.
Belly button: navel: literally/specifically the attachment place of the umbilical 'cord'; and figuratively/spiritually the center of the body and center of strength. Thru the son of God Christ Jesus we become children of God. Jesus is the vine that binds us to God. (John 3:16; 15:1-12)
Just a parting thought: The jump to conclusion... is oft a long way down. Best do some research. Avoid the fall. Read God's Word the Holy Bible. The book of John is a blessed place to begin. (Cause God loves You...)
In tide of night
from closet shelf
call shoe box treasures
of salty sand
of cool sea sprays
surf sway mementos
of long ago love
ebbed far
yet not lost
so on I drift
so on I sail
til set sail
sails
So did the lips of husband asleep, secrets fail to keep, from wifely ear where volcano and tropical isle oft beat one in the places of the heart.
Tess had thought it a dream til the nightmare words 'long ago love' pricked her heart. And as she gazed thru dim moonlight into the face of the husband she thought she knew, an ungentle tear fell down cheek, "Just who is this long ago tidal shore sandy beach of a woman!"
Day break replaced moonlight shadows. Ted had risen, made way to kitchen. And Tess, well Tess still in bedroom had replaced dew of tears with eyes afire determination, "Just what ...are... you hiding in that closet shoe box, Monsieur Ted?" Therefore, ergo and oh my, Tess got up, and she got into that closed closet, dug around found that box of old, grasped lid, and hesitated, til cry spilled out, "Jesus, help me!"
Tad more than a brief moment later, belly button to belly button in kitchen, did Tess feign concern? "Why is my wittle Teddy weddy's tummy so bloated and all growl-ly?"
"You hid em. I found em. I ate em."
"Let me smell that breath. Chocolate! My homemade chocolate chip cookies!"
"Burp!" Smug satisfaction plastered Ted's still half a sleep chocolate smudged face.
"That was for the kids at Sunday school." Tess protest morphed to hint of vengeance, "So, Ted, did you know that you talk in your sleep?"
"What? I don't."
"Yes you do."
"No way!"
"Way." Tess wiggled in his arms, stood tip toes up to his ear, whispered, "I found the shoe box."
"What shoe box?" Ted waxed tad sweaty.
"From closet shelf call shoe box treasures, Mr. Talks In His Sleep." Tess poked his chocolate bloated belly with the finger of the hand that also held a telling photo. "Now do you recollect, Mr. No Recollection?"
"I just woke up."
"No excuses!"
"I don't feel so good." Ted burped.
"I have in my possession proof from the belly of the box!" Tess finger poked his belly gain.
"What proof?" Ted tried to detach, backed into kitchen counter.
Still belly button to belly button, Tess pressed, "The proof I hold in my righteous right hand." Tess leaned in hard... but the kiss was soft...
Ted melted at kitchen counter, til his back rested against marble top. Tess lips followed his as the photo slipped from her hand, feather floated to floor. And lip to lip Tess whispered, "You were just a tad older than me then. You were already walking. I was still just a little butt scooter."
And on the floor... on that kitchen floor rested faded photo of a young boy watching over a certain little girl at edge of ocean...
Belly button to belly button:
Proverbs 3:5-8 KJV: 5)Trust in the LORD with all thine heart: and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6)In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. 7)Be not wise in thine own eyes; fear the LORD, and depart from evil. 8)It shall be health to thy 'navel' and marrow to thy bones.
Belly button: navel: literally/specifically the attachment place of the umbilical 'cord'; and figuratively/spiritually the center of the body and center of strength. Thru the son of God Christ Jesus we become children of God. Jesus is the vine that binds us to God. (John 3:16; 15:1-12)
Just a parting thought: The jump to conclusion... is oft a long way down. Best do some research. Avoid the fall. Read God's Word the Holy Bible. The book of John is a blessed place to begin. (Cause God loves You...)
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
GLORY OF ANNOYANCE
"What a lucky wife my Tess is to be a sharin' date night mirror with such a gloriously handsome hubby." Ted smugulated.
"The glory of annoyance," a wrapped in towel Tess cast smirk into mist clad mirror. Her light almost blond hair still dark from shower, Tess dabbed dew from temple with fresh towel.
"Annoying bliss, that's me," Ted beamed.
"Yes dear," Tess gave peck to cheek, sighed and smiled.
"So," Ted toweled neath arm, "am I?"
"What?" Tess faked annoyance, smirked again.
"Am I annoying?" The thought had taken tad a toll on Ted.
"What," Tess patted water from hair, "what irks me the most is how much I love you." She giggled into fading mist on mirror.
"Wow," Ted sighed relief, "but is that possible?" Ted mind teetered near overthought overload.
"Do I detect insecurity?" Tess gently squeezed wet hair with towel.
"So you feel my insecurity annoying?"
"A bit, yet flattering, maybe even a little cute." In the looking glass, arms above head, Tess turbanized towel round hair.
Ted grew quiet.
"Ted..."
No response.
"Teddy..."
No response.
"Ted," in mirror Tess saw hubby rapt in trance, "Ted, are you ogling my underarms again?"
"Whut?" Twas all Ted could muster.
"You sick puppy," Tess giggled, "stop it," she weakly protested.
Slowly toweling chest, face slightly a tilt, neath drooping lids Ted brown eyes reflected in the now clear mirror not lust, but adoration... peace... love beyond measure...
"Oh Mister Annoying..." Tess touched tear neath Ted eye.
"It's," Ted fought sniffle, "it's just that," he swallowed, "when love grows, by and by gratitude and admiration follow."
"Awww, nice save, Honey."
"I thought so." Ted wink begat nother tear down cheek.
Arms round hubby neck, Tess kiss grew love the more, not swift, yet sweet. And Tess breathed past Ted ear, and into the ear of heaven, "Dear Lord, thank you for my Teddy."
"The gloriously handsome Teddy." Ted regained smugulation.
"The glory of annoyance, thirty-eight years today." Tess giggled.
"Whut?" Ted chuckle betrayed playful ploy of forgotten anniversary.
Tess bit his ear.
Cheek to cheek, Tess and Ted eyes rested on the wrapped in each others arms couple in the mirror.
Ted chuckled, yet as led, so he said, "Once we saw in the mirror thru mist dimly, now we see love clearly."
1st Corinthians NRSV 13:12-13 and 2nd Corinthians NRSV 3:18, ...1st John KJV 4:16-21...
Exodus 38:8 NRSV
Saturday, April 27, 2019
OFTEN OUGHT
"Many are the shades of color, few are the colors of shade." Ted frowned at what he perceived to be limited window shade selections at Blinds Are Us.
"If only being semi-profound were a superpower?" Tess rolled amber eyes, played along. "Oft ought we trace the seams... of what seems to be." She sighed.
"What," in Blinds Are Us aisle, Ted fidgeted with yet another box amongst a staggering array of packaged window blinds, "just what are you saying, Tess?"
"Saying you reap what you sow." Tess tapped right foot.
"What?"
"Get what you buy." She lifted left brow.
"What?" Ted squatted then squinted to read too fine print on box. "I like this one but can't find what size window it fits."
"I'm sayin," Tess bent over, whispered warm breath in ear, "I'm sayin' you are a cheapskate, Ted, and it affects your sight." She kissed that ear.
"So, I'm a sheepskate?" Ted snickered.
"Cheap! Cheap! Cheap! Not Sheep!"
"Now you are talking birds?" Ted snickered again.
"C-h-e-A-p!" Tess grew tint of rose round cheeks.
"Oh Honey, what's wrong with saving a little money?" Ted only half kidded his one and only half.
"We have cats." Hands on hips, Tess loomed over still squatted Ted.
Ted eyed Tess toes strumming open sandal soles, a sure sign her patience ran tad low.
"Shades have got to stand up to the elements, which in this case means Squeaky, Buddy and Lynx. You know, the other members of our household with long claws, sharp teeth and playful destructive natures, who like to chew slats, swat cords and climb what used to be our window blinds. You know, like the very reason we are here, Theodore!" Sole strumming toes reached violent crescendo. Tess straight arm pointed.
Under Tess glare and pointing finger, Ted duckwalk retreated to the sturdier and more expensive blind section. "I was only funnin," he mumbled, almost ran nose to nose into little girl in the aisle.
Pig tailed tyke turned and scampered round blind aisle bend. From other side of aisle, Tess and Ted heard her tattle, "Mommy, Mommy, there's a mean woman round the corner making a man crawl."
"Forgive me, Jesus." Tess hid face with hand.
They heard the Mommy giggle, "I'm sure they are just playfully teasing each other, dear. Often we ought trace the seams of what seems to be."
Ted mumbled under breath, "Teasing as in my way or the highway."
"Not teasing, as in my way 'is' the highway." Tess leaned over and arm around his neck kissed her Ted one more time.
Tess and Ted noticed not the little girl had re-rounded bend in aisle til... "Mommy, Mommy, now they are kissing." She giggled, then sweetly sighed.
Ted lips felt Tess lips grow to smile, felt her sweet breath breathe awhile, "Raise window shades, let out Jesus' light, for eyes to see sea of love."
"See the humor, bend a little, seek and shine." Ted kissed Tess this time.
P.S. Ted purchased those sturdier and more expensive shades.
Matthew 5:14-16
(When you see an older aged couple holding hands, does it bless with hope and smile?)
"If only being semi-profound were a superpower?" Tess rolled amber eyes, played along. "Oft ought we trace the seams... of what seems to be." She sighed.
"What," in Blinds Are Us aisle, Ted fidgeted with yet another box amongst a staggering array of packaged window blinds, "just what are you saying, Tess?"
"Saying you reap what you sow." Tess tapped right foot.
"What?"
"Get what you buy." She lifted left brow.
"What?" Ted squatted then squinted to read too fine print on box. "I like this one but can't find what size window it fits."
"I'm sayin," Tess bent over, whispered warm breath in ear, "I'm sayin' you are a cheapskate, Ted, and it affects your sight." She kissed that ear.
"So, I'm a sheepskate?" Ted snickered.
"Cheap! Cheap! Cheap! Not Sheep!"
"Now you are talking birds?" Ted snickered again.
"C-h-e-A-p!" Tess grew tint of rose round cheeks.
"Oh Honey, what's wrong with saving a little money?" Ted only half kidded his one and only half.
"We have cats." Hands on hips, Tess loomed over still squatted Ted.
Ted eyed Tess toes strumming open sandal soles, a sure sign her patience ran tad low.
"Shades have got to stand up to the elements, which in this case means Squeaky, Buddy and Lynx. You know, the other members of our household with long claws, sharp teeth and playful destructive natures, who like to chew slats, swat cords and climb what used to be our window blinds. You know, like the very reason we are here, Theodore!" Sole strumming toes reached violent crescendo. Tess straight arm pointed.
Under Tess glare and pointing finger, Ted duckwalk retreated to the sturdier and more expensive blind section. "I was only funnin," he mumbled, almost ran nose to nose into little girl in the aisle.
Pig tailed tyke turned and scampered round blind aisle bend. From other side of aisle, Tess and Ted heard her tattle, "Mommy, Mommy, there's a mean woman round the corner making a man crawl."
"Forgive me, Jesus." Tess hid face with hand.
They heard the Mommy giggle, "I'm sure they are just playfully teasing each other, dear. Often we ought trace the seams of what seems to be."
Ted mumbled under breath, "Teasing as in my way or the highway."
"Not teasing, as in my way 'is' the highway." Tess leaned over and arm around his neck kissed her Ted one more time.
Tess and Ted noticed not the little girl had re-rounded bend in aisle til... "Mommy, Mommy, now they are kissing." She giggled, then sweetly sighed.
Ted lips felt Tess lips grow to smile, felt her sweet breath breathe awhile, "Raise window shades, let out Jesus' light, for eyes to see sea of love."
"See the humor, bend a little, seek and shine." Ted kissed Tess this time.
P.S. Ted purchased those sturdier and more expensive shades.
Matthew 5:14-16
(When you see an older aged couple holding hands, does it bless with hope and smile?)
Monday, March 11, 2019
KNEE HIGH
"Cross sea of burning desert sands, tumbling tumble weeds assuage harsh lands."
"You need to assuage up on the metaphors, Ted." Khaki clad Tess rolled eyes, shifted sore butt, held on to hat. "One hundred twenty-one dust bump miles in an open air, circa WWII, faded army green, four wheel drive! What could possibly go wrong in no end desert?"
Steam erupted from under hood. Dust caked wheels slowed.
"Well the bright side, no more holding on to my hat." Thinly clad, Tess concern morphed dire.
"Come on, come on Old Mule." Ted gripped hard, pushed hard the steering wheel.
Near death, antiquated motor lurched and jerked Old Mule along, along in the heat of no end desert, where all that walked or crawled, all that drew breath tread, near death.
In that unforgiving wilderness, Tess looked to that in the distance, prayed, "I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come..." Her eyes grew wide. A wall of rain lay live ahead. Straight like a fence, rain divided sand and cactus on the one side, from knee high prairie grass on the other. And as they entered wet wall the sputtering motor cooled, began to purr. And as their desert rat hats ran with rain, Tess and Ted squealed laughter of children.
Once thru the wall of rain, loomed the foot, then... the mountain.
Laughter turned awe, awe pierced by Tess a squeal, "Antelope!"
"Pronghorns, hundreds of them!" Ted a joy grinned.
"A thousand, even more!" Tess squealed again.
Pronghorn antelope raced ahead of Old Mule. Abruptly the horde of herd turned, every doe, buck and fawn of them bent on running and leaping cross road. On inky asphalt Old Mule tires followed lead of motor, deceased turning. But rapt in joy Tess and Ted lost concept of time, gained ageless spirit, even to the end, the end of the line slowpoke pronghorn stragglers easing on by and by.
Standing up, hands on top of windshield, Tess let flow, "Wow, amazing, awesome, totally wild! Thank you Jesus!" Smiling a bliss, she sat, turned eyes to husband, who now white knuckled Old Mule steering wheel.
"Ted, what's wrong?"
Ted unlocked eyes from rear view mirror, rolled them in gesture to back seat, whispered, "We have a passenger. Do - not - turn - around."
Of wifely course, Tess turned around...
Yellow green eyes locked into hers. Deep thunder rolled from chest and throat of passenger.
A tad moist tongue licked Tess freckled nose. Tess giggled, like a child reached out, caressed golden fur twixt black tipped ears. "Aww, he's purring. I think he likes me." Tess giggled again.
Ted turned too. "What is he? Too big and long legged to be domestic, yet unlike any native wildlife I've ever seen or read about. What is he?"
Friendly," Tess matter of facted, "and such a cute wittle brown nose amid dark stripes and gold." Tess rubbed noses with feline enigma. She ruffled the dark spotted golden fur of his sides and belly. "But look his spotted body has those long striped legs, and like wow, look at the size of those paws."
"Well at least he hasn't eaten us yet." Ted relaxed, restarted Old Mule motor.
"So, we are taking him with us?" Tess grinned.
"How are we going to remove a forty pound cat out of that back seat?" Ted grinned right back, put Old Mule in gear, rolled toward foot of mountain.
"Well," Tess surmised, "Lynx sounds like a good name."
"Except unlike the lynx, he has a long striped tail." Ted observed.
"Black tipped with a cross rising from it... kind a like the cross on the back and shoulders of a certain donkey," Tess biblically awondered.
Old Mule, Ted at wheel, began winding up foot to ever steeper spiraling path of 6,791 foot Mt. Locke. Near the top Old Mule began, "Bucking like a crow-hopping bronc." Tess unabashedly squealed.
"Hope we make it." Ted was not sure.
"With all the signs awonder, we will make it, for our keeper neither slumbers nor sleeps," Tess rang faith, from the knee high, to lofty sky.
And from back seat rolled purr of thunder; and the newly named Lynx laid head on Tess shoulder.
As Old Mule brayed in protest over Mt. Locke ridge, two massive domes greeted eyes of Tess and Ted.
"Now those are what I call t-e-l-e-scopes!" Ted arched brow.
"Tellers of celestial tales," Tess quipped.
Deep thunder vibrated Tess shoulder to cheek.
"That tickles." Tess squinched neck.
Soon Tess got tickled again, "Here we are, rolling up in front of the Star Date Cafe at the McDonalds, Mcdonalds Observatory that is, hee-hee."
"Gee sweetie, you just pegged out on the pun groan-o-meter. Bet the cafe staff never heard that one before." Ted hopped out Old Mule, walked round, opened door for one semi-simmering Tess. Soon as her feet hit the ground, Lynx hopped out beside her.
Holding hubby arm up the steps to cafe, Tess grumbled, "Ted, if ever there was a sport to spoil, you'd spoil it. But yeah, they probably do get a bit tired of hearing the same puns day after day. Thank you Professor Censordom. I will control my precocious temperament."
"At a girl," Ted hugged Tess to him, opened door, Lynx snook in beside them, twitching long tail all the way up to cafe counter.
"What will you fine folks have today?" asked Big Mac, as read the name tag.
"Sooo," the flicker of Ted's resistance was short, "forgive my observation but ta, now taking our order is Big Mac at the Mcdonalds, McDonalds Observatory that is." Ted chuckle exploded to full blown cackling.
Tess punched Ted arm, "That was mine! You devious pun McSwiper." Tess snickered.
One stoic and truly big Big Mac stared down, stifling Tess and Ted laughter with uneven brow. Dry as the desert wind he spoke, "You do know pets are not allowed, especially pets big enough to eat fellow diners."
"Not our pet." Ted shrugged.
"Who says!" Tess stooped, hugged over sized kitty.
Like left out over night coagulated cheese and macaroni, the face of Big Mac remained disapproval stuck. Yet, the sight of Tess in kitty a hug, remelted Big Mac's cheesy heart, "Actually, the cat is one of our regulars. We call him The Lynx," Mac grew smile, "even though his tail is long."
Eyes wide open Tess near cried, "Yet another sign of wonder."
...At dusk, after scrumptious meal of sweet tea, maze chips and jalapeno chili, well, well Tess and Ted burped. They burped all the way walking to the Rebecca Gale Telescope Park for visitors. And there so were they blessed, so did they wonder, so did Tess and Ted enter worlds of the light, our outer solar system planets and moons, the Milky Way stars, even novae and galaxies a spin far... far away...
Later under cover of cool desert night, as Old Mule transported hand holding couple... "I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth," Tess softly sang awonder.
And in rear view mirror, Ted beheld upon Tess shoulder the reflection of celestial stars alight in the eyes of the passenger... heard deep rolling thunder from chest and throat...
So it is for knee high children of light, thru sand of desert, thru wall of rain, thru grass of prairie, to the foot, to the mountain, to the stars, to the galaxies, to home... the journey just begun...
Postscript: To understand this little tale please read Psalm 121 KJV
We become +children of the light+ +the children of God+ +thru Jesus+: John 8:12 & 12:36; Ephesians 5:8 & Galatians 3:26; 1st John 1:5 & Revelations 21:23 KJV
SPECIAL NOTE: The LYNX: Returning home down country road after fire works July 4th 2018, God blessed the wife and I with a 'gift'. As we passed over the canal bridge near our home, truck headlights flashed on a little kitten with long legs and long long tail. In front of our house we exited the truck to see those long legs propelling that kitten full tilt down the road toward us and into my arms. We immediately named him Lynx and became his Momma and Pa Pa that night. At less than a year old he is growing exponentially and already larger than our adult cats. So now you know who the cat in the story is named after. But what you don't know is that during the writing of this story and at story completion a still small voice kept repeating, "What does Lynx mean?" So I opened the dictionary: Lynx - from the Greek leukos - white light... So does our little Lynx point to his Maker...
"You need to assuage up on the metaphors, Ted." Khaki clad Tess rolled eyes, shifted sore butt, held on to hat. "One hundred twenty-one dust bump miles in an open air, circa WWII, faded army green, four wheel drive! What could possibly go wrong in no end desert?"
Steam erupted from under hood. Dust caked wheels slowed.
"Well the bright side, no more holding on to my hat." Thinly clad, Tess concern morphed dire.
"Come on, come on Old Mule." Ted gripped hard, pushed hard the steering wheel.
Near death, antiquated motor lurched and jerked Old Mule along, along in the heat of no end desert, where all that walked or crawled, all that drew breath tread, near death.
In that unforgiving wilderness, Tess looked to that in the distance, prayed, "I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come..." Her eyes grew wide. A wall of rain lay live ahead. Straight like a fence, rain divided sand and cactus on the one side, from knee high prairie grass on the other. And as they entered wet wall the sputtering motor cooled, began to purr. And as their desert rat hats ran with rain, Tess and Ted squealed laughter of children.
Once thru the wall of rain, loomed the foot, then... the mountain.
Laughter turned awe, awe pierced by Tess a squeal, "Antelope!"
"Pronghorns, hundreds of them!" Ted a joy grinned.
"A thousand, even more!" Tess squealed again.
Pronghorn antelope raced ahead of Old Mule. Abruptly the horde of herd turned, every doe, buck and fawn of them bent on running and leaping cross road. On inky asphalt Old Mule tires followed lead of motor, deceased turning. But rapt in joy Tess and Ted lost concept of time, gained ageless spirit, even to the end, the end of the line slowpoke pronghorn stragglers easing on by and by.
Standing up, hands on top of windshield, Tess let flow, "Wow, amazing, awesome, totally wild! Thank you Jesus!" Smiling a bliss, she sat, turned eyes to husband, who now white knuckled Old Mule steering wheel.
"Ted, what's wrong?"
Ted unlocked eyes from rear view mirror, rolled them in gesture to back seat, whispered, "We have a passenger. Do - not - turn - around."
Of wifely course, Tess turned around...
Yellow green eyes locked into hers. Deep thunder rolled from chest and throat of passenger.
A tad moist tongue licked Tess freckled nose. Tess giggled, like a child reached out, caressed golden fur twixt black tipped ears. "Aww, he's purring. I think he likes me." Tess giggled again.
Ted turned too. "What is he? Too big and long legged to be domestic, yet unlike any native wildlife I've ever seen or read about. What is he?"
Friendly," Tess matter of facted, "and such a cute wittle brown nose amid dark stripes and gold." Tess rubbed noses with feline enigma. She ruffled the dark spotted golden fur of his sides and belly. "But look his spotted body has those long striped legs, and like wow, look at the size of those paws."
"Well at least he hasn't eaten us yet." Ted relaxed, restarted Old Mule motor.
"So, we are taking him with us?" Tess grinned.
"How are we going to remove a forty pound cat out of that back seat?" Ted grinned right back, put Old Mule in gear, rolled toward foot of mountain.
"Well," Tess surmised, "Lynx sounds like a good name."
"Except unlike the lynx, he has a long striped tail." Ted observed.
"Black tipped with a cross rising from it... kind a like the cross on the back and shoulders of a certain donkey," Tess biblically awondered.
Old Mule, Ted at wheel, began winding up foot to ever steeper spiraling path of 6,791 foot Mt. Locke. Near the top Old Mule began, "Bucking like a crow-hopping bronc." Tess unabashedly squealed.
"Hope we make it." Ted was not sure.
"With all the signs awonder, we will make it, for our keeper neither slumbers nor sleeps," Tess rang faith, from the knee high, to lofty sky.
And from back seat rolled purr of thunder; and the newly named Lynx laid head on Tess shoulder.
As Old Mule brayed in protest over Mt. Locke ridge, two massive domes greeted eyes of Tess and Ted.
"Now those are what I call t-e-l-e-scopes!" Ted arched brow.
"Tellers of celestial tales," Tess quipped.
Deep thunder vibrated Tess shoulder to cheek.
"That tickles." Tess squinched neck.
Soon Tess got tickled again, "Here we are, rolling up in front of the Star Date Cafe at the McDonalds, Mcdonalds Observatory that is, hee-hee."
"Gee sweetie, you just pegged out on the pun groan-o-meter. Bet the cafe staff never heard that one before." Ted hopped out Old Mule, walked round, opened door for one semi-simmering Tess. Soon as her feet hit the ground, Lynx hopped out beside her.
Holding hubby arm up the steps to cafe, Tess grumbled, "Ted, if ever there was a sport to spoil, you'd spoil it. But yeah, they probably do get a bit tired of hearing the same puns day after day. Thank you Professor Censordom. I will control my precocious temperament."
"At a girl," Ted hugged Tess to him, opened door, Lynx snook in beside them, twitching long tail all the way up to cafe counter.
"What will you fine folks have today?" asked Big Mac, as read the name tag.
"Sooo," the flicker of Ted's resistance was short, "forgive my observation but ta, now taking our order is Big Mac at the Mcdonalds, McDonalds Observatory that is." Ted chuckle exploded to full blown cackling.
Tess punched Ted arm, "That was mine! You devious pun McSwiper." Tess snickered.
One stoic and truly big Big Mac stared down, stifling Tess and Ted laughter with uneven brow. Dry as the desert wind he spoke, "You do know pets are not allowed, especially pets big enough to eat fellow diners."
"Not our pet." Ted shrugged.
"Who says!" Tess stooped, hugged over sized kitty.
Like left out over night coagulated cheese and macaroni, the face of Big Mac remained disapproval stuck. Yet, the sight of Tess in kitty a hug, remelted Big Mac's cheesy heart, "Actually, the cat is one of our regulars. We call him The Lynx," Mac grew smile, "even though his tail is long."
Eyes wide open Tess near cried, "Yet another sign of wonder."
...At dusk, after scrumptious meal of sweet tea, maze chips and jalapeno chili, well, well Tess and Ted burped. They burped all the way walking to the Rebecca Gale Telescope Park for visitors. And there so were they blessed, so did they wonder, so did Tess and Ted enter worlds of the light, our outer solar system planets and moons, the Milky Way stars, even novae and galaxies a spin far... far away...
Later under cover of cool desert night, as Old Mule transported hand holding couple... "I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth," Tess softly sang awonder.
And in rear view mirror, Ted beheld upon Tess shoulder the reflection of celestial stars alight in the eyes of the passenger... heard deep rolling thunder from chest and throat...
So it is for knee high children of light, thru sand of desert, thru wall of rain, thru grass of prairie, to the foot, to the mountain, to the stars, to the galaxies, to home... the journey just begun...
Postscript: To understand this little tale please read Psalm 121 KJV
We become +children of the light+ +the children of God+ +thru Jesus+: John 8:12 & 12:36; Ephesians 5:8 & Galatians 3:26; 1st John 1:5 & Revelations 21:23 KJV
SPECIAL NOTE: The LYNX: Returning home down country road after fire works July 4th 2018, God blessed the wife and I with a 'gift'. As we passed over the canal bridge near our home, truck headlights flashed on a little kitten with long legs and long long tail. In front of our house we exited the truck to see those long legs propelling that kitten full tilt down the road toward us and into my arms. We immediately named him Lynx and became his Momma and Pa Pa that night. At less than a year old he is growing exponentially and already larger than our adult cats. So now you know who the cat in the story is named after. But what you don't know is that during the writing of this story and at story completion a still small voice kept repeating, "What does Lynx mean?" So I opened the dictionary: Lynx - from the Greek leukos - white light... So does our little Lynx point to his Maker...
Friday, February 15, 2019
AWRY AWRY
"Awry, awry!" Crooked finger near touched mirror.
"So be wrinkles of men." Tess giggled, wrapped in towel, stepped out shower.
"Me thinks twixt wifely towel pleats deep tucked platitudes dwell," Ted spoke to her mirror image.
"Thou be one PBS special away from being crowned, Ted." Tess cast green glint of eye.
"I be Royal Ted to thee lassy." In the mirror stroke of safety razor cut thru sudsy snow, from cheek to jaw laid path low.
Thus Tess coiled and popped that tad damp towel.
"Yeeeowee!" Ted blew lather cross mirror.
"Ah, more like town crier than royalty." Tess recast towel round her, plucked nother from rack, turban tucked it round moppy wet hair. "Best get a move on whimper boy or risk miss of kickoff, where you can put that cat yowling to good use." She chuckled.
At the ticket booth, Tess and Ted heard booming rah of that opening kickoff, followed by throat ripping screams of hometown fans, "Get him! Get him!"
Moments later Ted cast weary eye to scoreboard, "Visitors 6 Home 0."
"At least we got seats," Tess kidded, "right next to the band thanks to Mr. Smooth Shaver. Just pray we retain our hearing."
"Just pray, no matter who wins, no one gets hurt." Ted let sigh.
"You ought to know, gimpy boy." Tess hugged his arm.
"Twenty years later I'm still gimp along Ted. Ironically same date of injury anniversary, against the same team. Ruined my college and pro-career."
"Ted, you weighed a hundred and forty-five pounds and were maybe a tad quicker than a snail stuck in molasses." Tess giggled. "The only future career in football you had was ticket taker or peanut bag flinger."
"Ah, alas and forsooth, there be the rub. I should be king save for gale of windy wench." Ted punctuated lament with back of wrist to forehead.
"Wench!" Tess punch punctuated the arm she hugged.
"Queen, oh precious Queen of me heart, pardon prior miscast dart," too late pled the tad snail brained Ted.
Tess slid arm from Ted's, sat silently in football stand. The opening kickoff of pouting began.
Quoth the Ted, under breath said, "Oft lips sailed unto atoll shadows, wreck upon reefs fatal shallows."
Screaming cheers erased atoll shadows. Foe fumble propelled Tess and Ted to feet and into each others arms. Home town defensive lineman scooped up the ball, lumbered, stumbled toward the end zone. Amid mid scream of her own Tess near shook Ted's arm out of joint. Ted gladly sacrificed that arm for reprieve of wifely pout. Quoth the Ted, "Sometimes you gotta ebb, before you can flow."
And later at home that very night, Ted breathed lip to lip, "My Queen's lips be the kiss of key lime tart."
"Nostalgia to be, this sweet tart of time." Tess snuggled closer.
Ted hugged Tess tight. "Wouldest love we know, without life of ebb and flow?"
"Or the desert blossom as the rose." Tess sighed.
"You always gotta have the last word, don't cha, Tess." Ted lips kissed her neck.
"Yeah." Tess giggled.
Blessing or perdition... the lips... over 125 verses in the Bible...
Ecclesiastes 3:1 KJV, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."
Beautiful progression of scriptures:THE ROSE: Isaiah 35:1&8 with John 14:6 & 3:16 KJV
(Parting thought: Would Ted trade lack of limp and football career for his Tess? So should we not trade the love of Jesus, not even for the gain of the whole world... Mark 8:36)
"So be wrinkles of men." Tess giggled, wrapped in towel, stepped out shower.
"Me thinks twixt wifely towel pleats deep tucked platitudes dwell," Ted spoke to her mirror image.
"Thou be one PBS special away from being crowned, Ted." Tess cast green glint of eye.
"I be Royal Ted to thee lassy." In the mirror stroke of safety razor cut thru sudsy snow, from cheek to jaw laid path low.
Thus Tess coiled and popped that tad damp towel.
"Yeeeowee!" Ted blew lather cross mirror.
"Ah, more like town crier than royalty." Tess recast towel round her, plucked nother from rack, turban tucked it round moppy wet hair. "Best get a move on whimper boy or risk miss of kickoff, where you can put that cat yowling to good use." She chuckled.
At the ticket booth, Tess and Ted heard booming rah of that opening kickoff, followed by throat ripping screams of hometown fans, "Get him! Get him!"
Moments later Ted cast weary eye to scoreboard, "Visitors 6 Home 0."
"At least we got seats," Tess kidded, "right next to the band thanks to Mr. Smooth Shaver. Just pray we retain our hearing."
"Just pray, no matter who wins, no one gets hurt." Ted let sigh.
"You ought to know, gimpy boy." Tess hugged his arm.
"Twenty years later I'm still gimp along Ted. Ironically same date of injury anniversary, against the same team. Ruined my college and pro-career."
"Ted, you weighed a hundred and forty-five pounds and were maybe a tad quicker than a snail stuck in molasses." Tess giggled. "The only future career in football you had was ticket taker or peanut bag flinger."
"Ah, alas and forsooth, there be the rub. I should be king save for gale of windy wench." Ted punctuated lament with back of wrist to forehead.
"Wench!" Tess punch punctuated the arm she hugged.
"Queen, oh precious Queen of me heart, pardon prior miscast dart," too late pled the tad snail brained Ted.
Tess slid arm from Ted's, sat silently in football stand. The opening kickoff of pouting began.
Quoth the Ted, under breath said, "Oft lips sailed unto atoll shadows, wreck upon reefs fatal shallows."
Screaming cheers erased atoll shadows. Foe fumble propelled Tess and Ted to feet and into each others arms. Home town defensive lineman scooped up the ball, lumbered, stumbled toward the end zone. Amid mid scream of her own Tess near shook Ted's arm out of joint. Ted gladly sacrificed that arm for reprieve of wifely pout. Quoth the Ted, "Sometimes you gotta ebb, before you can flow."
And later at home that very night, Ted breathed lip to lip, "My Queen's lips be the kiss of key lime tart."
"Nostalgia to be, this sweet tart of time." Tess snuggled closer.
Ted hugged Tess tight. "Wouldest love we know, without life of ebb and flow?"
"Or the desert blossom as the rose." Tess sighed.
"You always gotta have the last word, don't cha, Tess." Ted lips kissed her neck.
"Yeah." Tess giggled.
Blessing or perdition... the lips... over 125 verses in the Bible...
Ecclesiastes 3:1 KJV, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."
Beautiful progression of scriptures:THE ROSE: Isaiah 35:1&8 with John 14:6 & 3:16 KJV
(Parting thought: Would Ted trade lack of limp and football career for his Tess? So should we not trade the love of Jesus, not even for the gain of the whole world... Mark 8:36)
Sunday, January 27, 2019
WINDOW WEATHER
..IN THE MOONLIGHT FRAIL
Twixt high in the sky shore of Lake Woemeeicthee encircling volcanic ridge, moonlit wisps of chimney smoke trailed to the clear sky stars from cabins woven like bird nests neath pine, fir and maple. Thus it was that in one such borrowed cabin, the eve of first wedding anniversary neared midnight.
In the pane of window flames of hearth burned reflection, framed the silhouette of love, where perched on window seat, neath relaxed lids, the eyes of Tess and Ted peeked out.
Ted sighed, "Beauty is drifting down snow in the pale moonlight."
"Yet other side of window casts icy frost bite." Warm breath drifted tween Tess soft parted lips.
The kiss tasted of toasty delight.
But yet, oh my how yet, did that pale moonlight, that aura of allure, compel the turning of faces thru window, a window to snow blanketed beach laced with volcanic black sand toes, toes strumming edge of shimmering warm waters, the tongue lapping waters of Lake Woemeeitchee.
In near trance they arose, led by the nose, so unlatched they the window, and about they slipped out. Barely did stocking feet feel icy snow trail in that moonlight frail, til Ted face down fell into that icy ice snow and volcanic beach sand. It packed his mouth and even his eyes, so were the consequences of nature's beautiful lies?
Tess tried to help him up, but coughing out snow mixed sand and with blinded eyes, Ted stumbled forward, ever forward into the shimmering warm waters, the tongue lapping waters of Lake Woemeeitchee. There Ted redux fell into crater lake waters, warm waters that washed grit of sand mixed snow from eyes and mouth; til Lake Woemeeitchee wave nudged Ted to land, slapped Ted half-awake into Tess sweet hands.
In the pane of window, flames of hearth burned reflection, framed the silhouette of love, where perched on window seat, neath relaxed lids, the eyes of Tess and Ted peeked out.
"You sort a nodded off on me for a while there, didn't cha, Ted." Tess purred, ran fingers thru her sweet Ted's hair.
At peace, Ted sighed, "Grace is as the drifting down of snow in the pale moonlight, a blessing to my Tess and I this very night.
Warm breath drifted tween Tess soft parted lips, "So is the drifting snow beautiful... on this side of window."
The kiss tasted of toasty delight.
We are so blessed to have the pure drifting down snow... a beautiful symbol of the grace we share... when we ask Jesus into our hearts (Isaiah 1:18) (John 3:16).
Nature does not lie (Psalms 8:3-4 and Romans 1:19-20), but Satan lies about it. So did, in the book of Genesis, that old serpent Satan deceive Eve and Adam to worship the gift (creation), rather than the giver, the Creator, our LORD. Which side of the window do you choose?
Gluggavedur: Scandi for 'window weather': What is nice to look at thru window, may not be nice to be out in... if not properly clothed. Isaiah 61:10 KJV, "I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels."
Mangata: Swedish for 'moon road,' the trail of light left by the moons reflection on the sea; i.e. the feeling of falling in love.
Lagom: Swedish for moderation and balance, health and contentment.
I think God has a lot to say about all this... in the Holy Bible...
Twixt high in the sky shore of Lake Woemeeicthee encircling volcanic ridge, moonlit wisps of chimney smoke trailed to the clear sky stars from cabins woven like bird nests neath pine, fir and maple. Thus it was that in one such borrowed cabin, the eve of first wedding anniversary neared midnight.
In the pane of window flames of hearth burned reflection, framed the silhouette of love, where perched on window seat, neath relaxed lids, the eyes of Tess and Ted peeked out.
Ted sighed, "Beauty is drifting down snow in the pale moonlight."
"Yet other side of window casts icy frost bite." Warm breath drifted tween Tess soft parted lips.
The kiss tasted of toasty delight.
But yet, oh my how yet, did that pale moonlight, that aura of allure, compel the turning of faces thru window, a window to snow blanketed beach laced with volcanic black sand toes, toes strumming edge of shimmering warm waters, the tongue lapping waters of Lake Woemeeitchee.
In near trance they arose, led by the nose, so unlatched they the window, and about they slipped out. Barely did stocking feet feel icy snow trail in that moonlight frail, til Ted face down fell into that icy ice snow and volcanic beach sand. It packed his mouth and even his eyes, so were the consequences of nature's beautiful lies?
Tess tried to help him up, but coughing out snow mixed sand and with blinded eyes, Ted stumbled forward, ever forward into the shimmering warm waters, the tongue lapping waters of Lake Woemeeitchee. There Ted redux fell into crater lake waters, warm waters that washed grit of sand mixed snow from eyes and mouth; til Lake Woemeeitchee wave nudged Ted to land, slapped Ted half-awake into Tess sweet hands.
In the pane of window, flames of hearth burned reflection, framed the silhouette of love, where perched on window seat, neath relaxed lids, the eyes of Tess and Ted peeked out.
"You sort a nodded off on me for a while there, didn't cha, Ted." Tess purred, ran fingers thru her sweet Ted's hair.
At peace, Ted sighed, "Grace is as the drifting down of snow in the pale moonlight, a blessing to my Tess and I this very night.
Warm breath drifted tween Tess soft parted lips, "So is the drifting snow beautiful... on this side of window."
The kiss tasted of toasty delight.
We are so blessed to have the pure drifting down snow... a beautiful symbol of the grace we share... when we ask Jesus into our hearts (Isaiah 1:18) (John 3:16).
Nature does not lie (Psalms 8:3-4 and Romans 1:19-20), but Satan lies about it. So did, in the book of Genesis, that old serpent Satan deceive Eve and Adam to worship the gift (creation), rather than the giver, the Creator, our LORD. Which side of the window do you choose?
Gluggavedur: Scandi for 'window weather': What is nice to look at thru window, may not be nice to be out in... if not properly clothed. Isaiah 61:10 KJV, "I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels."
Mangata: Swedish for 'moon road,' the trail of light left by the moons reflection on the sea; i.e. the feeling of falling in love.
Lagom: Swedish for moderation and balance, health and contentment.
I think God has a lot to say about all this... in the Holy Bible...
Saturday, November 17, 2018
SELF A STEAM
"As far as the east is from the west," Ted puffed a huff, "that's when I can stop."
In hie hurry stride Ted neared sidewalk trot, as he blast past Autumn Boutique, past Summers End Flowers, past Open Door Cafe... stopped, froze, ceased breath. He stepped backward to the open door of Open Door Cafe; took eternal breath. "There," breath rushed out, "in there, there I am."
Ted thread door, tread up to cafe table, pulled out chair, sat down, stared eye to eye narrow at coffee sipping Self.
Coffee mug met table top. "Do I know you?" Self smugly smiled.
Ted's noggin hurt. "What," was all he had, yet his mind raced on, almost spit out the obvious conclusion.
"No Ted, I am not your twin." Self's smile grew a tad.
"But how, why, who?" Ted be befuddled.
"I once lived in you," Self hoisted mug, "but now I am sitting cross table." Coffee steam arose, became one with inner nose.
"So you would have me believe that you are my, my conscience, and now this is your new thing?"
"Not new, more gradual. Gradually you pushed me out each time you had no time, each time you hurried out home door with Tess right there, waiting for the scent of kiss that wafted away."
"Who are you to criticize me? I don't even know you." Ted's own words hurt his head. Bewildered cry escaped Ted lips, "Jesus help."
In forgotten corner an antique, broken down, and unplugged jukebox whirled to life, lit up rainbow bright, set up record, played a knowing tune of knowing light, "As far as the east is from the west, that's how far love is..."
Ted turned attention back cross table. Through swirl of steam from lone coffee mug, he beheld empty chair.
Ted pulled out cell phone and cancelled all appointments, accept one, a certain lip to lip at home open door...
...And during that kiss, Ted held Tess tender tight till she giggled.
"Do you feel it?" Tess whispered in Ted ear.
"Love." Ted whispered back.
Tess eyes found Ted's. "Yes, our love bump." Tess tummy kicked his.
To get attention, you gotta give attention... to God, to his son Jesus, to each other... Love...
Proverbs 8:17 KJV "I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me."
John 3:16 KJV, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
As far as the east is from the west, Psalm 103
In hie hurry stride Ted neared sidewalk trot, as he blast past Autumn Boutique, past Summers End Flowers, past Open Door Cafe... stopped, froze, ceased breath. He stepped backward to the open door of Open Door Cafe; took eternal breath. "There," breath rushed out, "in there, there I am."
Ted thread door, tread up to cafe table, pulled out chair, sat down, stared eye to eye narrow at coffee sipping Self.
Coffee mug met table top. "Do I know you?" Self smugly smiled.
Ted's noggin hurt. "What," was all he had, yet his mind raced on, almost spit out the obvious conclusion.
"No Ted, I am not your twin." Self's smile grew a tad.
"But how, why, who?" Ted be befuddled.
"I once lived in you," Self hoisted mug, "but now I am sitting cross table." Coffee steam arose, became one with inner nose.
"So you would have me believe that you are my, my conscience, and now this is your new thing?"
"Not new, more gradual. Gradually you pushed me out each time you had no time, each time you hurried out home door with Tess right there, waiting for the scent of kiss that wafted away."
"Who are you to criticize me? I don't even know you." Ted's own words hurt his head. Bewildered cry escaped Ted lips, "Jesus help."
In forgotten corner an antique, broken down, and unplugged jukebox whirled to life, lit up rainbow bright, set up record, played a knowing tune of knowing light, "As far as the east is from the west, that's how far love is..."
Ted turned attention back cross table. Through swirl of steam from lone coffee mug, he beheld empty chair.
Ted pulled out cell phone and cancelled all appointments, accept one, a certain lip to lip at home open door...
...And during that kiss, Ted held Tess tender tight till she giggled.
"Do you feel it?" Tess whispered in Ted ear.
"Love." Ted whispered back.
Tess eyes found Ted's. "Yes, our love bump." Tess tummy kicked his.
To get attention, you gotta give attention... to God, to his son Jesus, to each other... Love...
Proverbs 8:17 KJV "I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me."
John 3:16 KJV, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
As far as the east is from the west, Psalm 103
Saturday, September 15, 2018
HYGGE
"Hygge," puffed joyful purr, neath plush nest of comforter.
Head popped out. Right arm followed, stretched bove unkempt sun lit auburn hair. Eyes squinched tight, Tess yawn trailed off into nother purr, the near succumbing to nether cover. Her arm collapsed... right across face of fellow nestee.
"Owwee," Ted head complained, pushed Tess arm from lips and nose.
"Not owwee, hygge," Tess stretched again, plopped arm back into place atop Ted face.
"Whut?" Ted lips mumbled neath Tess elbow.
"Hygge," Tess struggled to open eyes, "to us tourists pronounced as if it were spelled hue-guh." She shifted to snuggle, turned toward Ted, somehow replaced right elbow with left armpit astraddle Ted nose. Tess slipped into snore.
Ted just wished he could breathe, pulled nose from armpit to atop Tess shoulder, took breath, squeaked, "Bouquet of roses with undertone of hazel nut, or as in this case, Tess nut." He chuckled, kissed Tess shoulder.
Eyes sleepy slits,Tess snuggled closer, purred, "Hygge," started to snuggle even closer, eyes popped wide, "Road trip!"
"But we are newlyweds," Ted whimpered, teased, "More warm hygge snuggles, less trip?"
"Oft soft dreams of night mirror... tucked away kisses of day..." Tess eyes danced.
"Well," Ted smiled, "if its an ice cream run, I'm in."
"Ice cream in Iceland?" Tess eyes reflected chocolate vanilla swirl in hygge a twirl.
"Well, we best get dressed. Although, "Ted lifted brow, "it is early June in Iceland. What hour of the twenty-one hours of sunlight is it and what is the weather up to?"
Ted strode to cabin door, opened, "Snowing, in June, but it's not sticking, but it is wet and chilly. So let the routine multi-layer Icelandic dressing begin."
Content neath warm covers, Tess watched her brand new husband meticulously lay out his and hers clothing on edge of bed.
Twenty minutes later, "Let's see, for our tops," Ted ran through checklist, "we have thermal non-cotton long sleeve under shirts, check; loose lambs wool sweaters, check; thick water repellent coats with hood, check; and lamb fleece head warmers, check. For our bottoms we got thermal non-cotton layer, check; non-cotton active pants, check; and outer layer rain proof pants, check. For feet we got thick wool socks, lamb of course, check; and insulated waterproof hiking boots, check. For hands we have warm gloves with outer waterproof shell and lambs wool liners, check. And of course the mandatory sun glasses for my Tess' pretty almond eyes."
Head propped up by hand and elbow, with lifted brow Tess voiced concern, "Which part of his obsessive compulsive disorder did my new hubby forget to tell me about and what's up with this non-cotton obsession?"
"Cotton kills!" Ted offhandedly replied, while surveying job well done.
"Cotton kills?" Tess eyes strained wide. "You suffer a cotton phobia too!"
"Naw," Ted smirked, "it is an old Icelandic adage belaying the fact that air pockets in cotton fabric fill up with sweat like a sponge and hold it. To stay warm clothing must trap air near the skin and wick away water."
"So you are not the least bit nuerotic?" Tess teased.
"Not at all." Ted eyed undershirt, smoothed out wrinkle. "Oh my, now I've got to go back over the entire checklist."
"What!" Tess mouth did not close.
Ted busted out laughing. Tess clobbered him with pillow. The giggling began. Those neatly arranged clothes got a few new wrinkles, til Tess pinned Ted down, demanded, "Road trip!"
Minutes later a sunglasses and multi-layer clad Tess and Ted paused just outside cabin door in the drifting down snow, and said this little prayer, "Thank you Father above for this beautiful hygge day. Help us be blessings all along the way, in Jesus name." And the newlywed Tess smiled and sighed, "So now we even pray in unison?"
And so on the way in that Volvo AWD the radio sang, "A leidinni aftur..."
"Now that's a lively tune," Tess giggled, "but I can only imagine what the lady is singing."
"A leidinni aftur," Ted flawlessly pronounced.
"So now Mr. Cotton Phobia speaks Icelandic? Because if you do, that is another OCD red flag, check." She only half kidded.
"A leidinni aftur means: on the way return," Ted matter of facted.
"I repeat, so now you speak Icelandic?"
"Well, no," Ted sorta wondered himself, "although why am I understanding every single word of this song on the radio? A leidinni aftur... on the way return."
Then in sync Tess and Ted felt the gentle and familiar warmth of Jesus' smile, and their mission for the day to share Christian joy all along the way, in that oh so very icy, icy Iceland.
Thus it came to pass in a certain grand ice cream parlor, that in line awaiting for ice cream order taking, the bouncy giggly, snuggly kissy newlyweds caught attention of every native and tourist; so every eye did see and their hearts infected be, by that old hygge. And soon round tiny parlor table Tess and Ted sat down, gathered hands together round snowy ice cream sundae peaked with chocolate cherry drizzle, and lifted up thanksgiving: "A leidinni aftur... on the way return, for our Jesus saith, 'I am the 'way', the truth, and the life; no person cometh unto the Father, but by me.' A leidinni aftur... on the way return..."
And every foreign and native ear did understand and hear, that their lips breathe and bear, "Amen."
And later that evening, returned to cozy cabin, after a hygge a wonder kind a day, midst warm comforter nest, twixt passionate embrace, Tess purred in Ted ear, "Oft soft dreams of night mirror... tucked away kisses of day."
To feel Jesus' smile: study his word, fellowship in his church, pray in his name, love God and love one another...
John 14:6... Johannes 14:6...
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
SUNSHINE AFTER RAIN
"I just can't take it any more! Where did all the flowers go?" Exasperated by her own flower garden ineptitude, Jena Scarsbury cried out across backyard fence to her neighborette.
At the end of water hose, Rosie Mai Chi grinned, sprayed prize tulips with streamlettes cool and clear. "That too bad, Jena," Rosie kidded, "maybe you have better luck with cactus." She giggled.
"It's not fair!" Jena fired back, "You guru worshipin' Chinese come over here and foreign idol up America, fill our roads with pint sized cars and fill our minds with inferiority. And what do you get for it? You get rewarded for it, that's what! I can't take it anymore!"
"Jena, Jena, you not know gurus from India, pint sized cars Korean and Japanese the smart ones?" Smiling, Rosie shook head, turned spray on thirsty bed of posies.
"See that is exactly what I mean: you people are inscrutable," Jena groaned.
"You crazy mix-up American, nice try to get my goat, you know husband and I are Christian missionaries to here. You guys need Jesus. And you wonder where did flowers go! You silly." Rosie smiled.
Suddenly, as if heaven sent, bright sunlight and rain cascaded down... Jena scrambled to shelter neath covered patio. She turned to search for her favorite neighborette and sparring partner. Jena hollered loud above the rain on tin, "Who is crazy now? I am not the one standing in the rain!"
And there Rosie stood amid the garden, smiling, watching, rhythmically nodding along with the dance of her kindred roses, flowers and ferns as they bent and leaped... neath the weight of sunlit rain... then Rosie breathed his name... "Jesus..."
In his last words, the man after God's own heart, King David spoke of the coming of Jesus: 2nd Samuel 23:4 Living Bible, "He shall be as the light of morning, a cloudless sunrise, when the tender grass springs forth upon the earth, as sunshine after rain."
Post script: "The Little Miracle":
In the story after Rosie declared, "You silly," the writing ended with no foreseen way to connect it with the chosen scripture nor the title, "Sunshine After Rain." So I prayed. Then the thought struck me that perhaps Rosie's accent was a tad too stereotypical. So I figured why not give her a third generation Chinese from Copenhagen Danish accent. Like that would work? But there I went. I was stuck anyway; so I Google Danish accent, right! Well there she is, the stereotypical little Danish girl answering questions on how to say phrases in English with a Danish accent. And so someone types in and she repeats the question in her natural accent, "What do they call it when the rain falls when the sun is shining?" She giggles, pans camera to window and says, "It actually does right now..." And there is the sunlit rain falling in the beautiful garden just outside her window. And she says, "It is coming a rainbow..." John 20:15-16...
At the end of water hose, Rosie Mai Chi grinned, sprayed prize tulips with streamlettes cool and clear. "That too bad, Jena," Rosie kidded, "maybe you have better luck with cactus." She giggled.
"It's not fair!" Jena fired back, "You guru worshipin' Chinese come over here and foreign idol up America, fill our roads with pint sized cars and fill our minds with inferiority. And what do you get for it? You get rewarded for it, that's what! I can't take it anymore!"
"Jena, Jena, you not know gurus from India, pint sized cars Korean and Japanese the smart ones?" Smiling, Rosie shook head, turned spray on thirsty bed of posies.
"See that is exactly what I mean: you people are inscrutable," Jena groaned.
"You crazy mix-up American, nice try to get my goat, you know husband and I are Christian missionaries to here. You guys need Jesus. And you wonder where did flowers go! You silly." Rosie smiled.
Suddenly, as if heaven sent, bright sunlight and rain cascaded down... Jena scrambled to shelter neath covered patio. She turned to search for her favorite neighborette and sparring partner. Jena hollered loud above the rain on tin, "Who is crazy now? I am not the one standing in the rain!"
And there Rosie stood amid the garden, smiling, watching, rhythmically nodding along with the dance of her kindred roses, flowers and ferns as they bent and leaped... neath the weight of sunlit rain... then Rosie breathed his name... "Jesus..."
In his last words, the man after God's own heart, King David spoke of the coming of Jesus: 2nd Samuel 23:4 Living Bible, "He shall be as the light of morning, a cloudless sunrise, when the tender grass springs forth upon the earth, as sunshine after rain."
Post script: "The Little Miracle":
In the story after Rosie declared, "You silly," the writing ended with no foreseen way to connect it with the chosen scripture nor the title, "Sunshine After Rain." So I prayed. Then the thought struck me that perhaps Rosie's accent was a tad too stereotypical. So I figured why not give her a third generation Chinese from Copenhagen Danish accent. Like that would work? But there I went. I was stuck anyway; so I Google Danish accent, right! Well there she is, the stereotypical little Danish girl answering questions on how to say phrases in English with a Danish accent. And so someone types in and she repeats the question in her natural accent, "What do they call it when the rain falls when the sun is shining?" She giggles, pans camera to window and says, "It actually does right now..." And there is the sunlit rain falling in the beautiful garden just outside her window. And she says, "It is coming a rainbow..." John 20:15-16...
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
THE WINK
Tess wink shouted conspiracy. The flip of her sun kissed auburn hair sang I don't care. Both hitched glitch to over the table negotiations; and as her eyes locked into Ted's, her left hand inched closer to last slice of Galactic Pizza Palace pizza.
Ted winked right back.
Tess blinked. "You know I am only doing this for your own good, saving you from indigestion, heart burn, even flabbier love handles."
Ted winked again.
"You didn't! Did I just see the unmistakable eye nod of innuendo, the hint of insinuation, veiled reflection, perhaps oblique allusion, or even more the wink of retaliatory shenanigan?" Tess huffed.
"Just flirting, Hon." Ted eyes had grown wide with, "Let me outta here! Women are crazy."
Tess arose from seat. One hand on hip, one behind back, she rounded table, stood over and glared down at him, slid arm round his neck, plopped in Ted lap, cooed, "Ahh, the conspiracy... of love." Tess lips met his.
Ted's right arm and hand hugged her to him, while left hand searched table top for last gasp grasp of...
"Looking for this, pizza breath?" Tess teased, waved last chance for peace, piece a pizza, before Ted a hungered eyes. "Do you smell it? Smell the," Tess took whiff, "savor that aged parmesan atop pepperoni, mozzarella and marinara on that fresh baked crust?"
Ted tummy gurgled.
Tess nibbled a bite. Her eyelashes fluttered delight.
Ted whimpered. Lower lip trembled.
With pizza aromaficated breath Tess kissed that lip a tremble. Then Tess eyes to Ted eyes shined love, as she shared with hubby last rites bites of Galactic Pizza Palace pizza.
Ted mumbled through mouthful chew, "Tess, you are my Queen of the Wink."
More than a blink tis the wink. By the nod of the eye what we see is not always what we get. For many be the signals beamed by curtain drawn eye: conspiracy, innuendo, insinuation, retaliation, even scorn; or perhaps playful shenanigan, flirting, teasing, favor, the yes of agreement, good point acknowledgement... or even I saw what you did.
Like pizza, like most things people eat, the wink can be good or bad. Depends on how used, the amount consumed, the motivation behind it, and most of all how God weighs it. Just remember: God sees it all...
Proverbs 15:3 KJV, "The eyes of the LORD are in every place, beholding the evil and the good."
Maybe acting in love is a good idea...
Ted winked right back.
Tess blinked. "You know I am only doing this for your own good, saving you from indigestion, heart burn, even flabbier love handles."
Ted winked again.
"You didn't! Did I just see the unmistakable eye nod of innuendo, the hint of insinuation, veiled reflection, perhaps oblique allusion, or even more the wink of retaliatory shenanigan?" Tess huffed.
"Just flirting, Hon." Ted eyes had grown wide with, "Let me outta here! Women are crazy."
Tess arose from seat. One hand on hip, one behind back, she rounded table, stood over and glared down at him, slid arm round his neck, plopped in Ted lap, cooed, "Ahh, the conspiracy... of love." Tess lips met his.
Ted's right arm and hand hugged her to him, while left hand searched table top for last gasp grasp of...
"Looking for this, pizza breath?" Tess teased, waved last chance for peace, piece a pizza, before Ted a hungered eyes. "Do you smell it? Smell the," Tess took whiff, "savor that aged parmesan atop pepperoni, mozzarella and marinara on that fresh baked crust?"
Ted tummy gurgled.
Tess nibbled a bite. Her eyelashes fluttered delight.
Ted whimpered. Lower lip trembled.
With pizza aromaficated breath Tess kissed that lip a tremble. Then Tess eyes to Ted eyes shined love, as she shared with hubby last rites bites of Galactic Pizza Palace pizza.
Ted mumbled through mouthful chew, "Tess, you are my Queen of the Wink."
More than a blink tis the wink. By the nod of the eye what we see is not always what we get. For many be the signals beamed by curtain drawn eye: conspiracy, innuendo, insinuation, retaliation, even scorn; or perhaps playful shenanigan, flirting, teasing, favor, the yes of agreement, good point acknowledgement... or even I saw what you did.
Like pizza, like most things people eat, the wink can be good or bad. Depends on how used, the amount consumed, the motivation behind it, and most of all how God weighs it. Just remember: God sees it all...
Proverbs 15:3 KJV, "The eyes of the LORD are in every place, beholding the evil and the good."
Maybe acting in love is a good idea...
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
HAIKU
Haiku
Mighty Prince
Haiku
Paddle canoe
Mighty Prince
Haiku
Paddle canoe
Thru sunset
Kissed milieu
Away Haiku
Away
Waters way
Haiku
Romans 12:15
Kissed milieu
Away Haiku
Away
Waters way
Haiku
Romans 12:15
Sunday, April 8, 2018
FISHIN' IN THE AMEN RIVER
Not all appears as it seems in the hill country streams. For in the burning Texas heat how can cypress, cedar and oak grow so green long the dry bone rocks and sandstone slabs of the Amen River bed? But just as the Amen River twists round every foot of hill, so does that hidden; for sometimes a few feet below rock, sometimes only inches, fresh running water runs, and often, so very often just round the next bend lays an open pool of living water.
And round one such foot of hill, at a certain upper pool, on a large flat stone sat one Miss Faith Ann McTurity with fishin' pole in hand. O' so still Faith sat with brown eyes not blinking. He was there. There below. There also with unblinking eyes. Not moving. Contemplating eating. In a snap the worm was his. Unfortunately for him so was the hook Mr. Perch took. To the surface Perch got jerked. And no matter how Mr. Perch flipped and he flapped, that hook to erase, he could not erase the smile of Faith Ann McTurity.
Fish full stringer swayed from that old cane pole on the shoulder of Faith, as she walked round the bend of the Amen River toward her tiny hamlet called Amen Corner. And Faith sang, "One less fish in the Amen River; one more dish we can set for dinner. God bless the Amen River..."
For you see... Miss Faith Ann McTurity lacked not faith and maturity...
...Where Faith meets Knowing...
...The Amen River...
Hebrews 11:1&3; Isaiah 32:2&3, 43:19; John 7:38
Mathew 18:3&4, 21:16
Jesus the Rock from which the Living River flows...
1st Corinthians 10:4 & Numbers 20:8 KJ
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And round one such foot of hill, at a certain upper pool, on a large flat stone sat one Miss Faith Ann McTurity with fishin' pole in hand. O' so still Faith sat with brown eyes not blinking. He was there. There below. There also with unblinking eyes. Not moving. Contemplating eating. In a snap the worm was his. Unfortunately for him so was the hook Mr. Perch took. To the surface Perch got jerked. And no matter how Mr. Perch flipped and he flapped, that hook to erase, he could not erase the smile of Faith Ann McTurity.
Fish full stringer swayed from that old cane pole on the shoulder of Faith, as she walked round the bend of the Amen River toward her tiny hamlet called Amen Corner. And Faith sang, "One less fish in the Amen River; one more dish we can set for dinner. God bless the Amen River..."
For you see... Miss Faith Ann McTurity lacked not faith and maturity...
...Where Faith meets Knowing...
...The Amen River...
Hebrews 11:1&3; Isaiah 32:2&3, 43:19; John 7:38
Mathew 18:3&4, 21:16
Jesus the Rock from which the Living River flows...
1st Corinthians 10:4 & Numbers 20:8 KJ
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Tuesday, February 27, 2018
NUT GRASS
"Ever wonder how far is away?" Tess yawned, uprooted yet another sprig of nut grass from the garden.
"Often does the way remind, before the shadow shines the light." Grunt punctuated Ted response, while pulling yet another long rooted weed that he knew not the name of. Ted glanced over at Tess, his eyes lingered there, and he thought, "Even in the late afternoon heat, even in dirt infused sweats, even with garden soil on the tip of freckled nose neath brim of cap, my Tess rocks that strawberry blond hair and pale blue eyes."
Like all intuition imbued women when being watched, Tess wiped speck from nose, looked up, smiled, "Less admiration, more weed pulling, ol' man." Her smile grew as she resumed nut grass war.
But a curious Ted could not help but wonder at a certain Tess brand of peculiar behavior. "Mind if I ask why you are separating the nut grass into two separate pots?"
"Horchata de chufa." Tess extracted yet nother nut grass sprig out of the garden.
"Horchata de what-a?" Familiar female voice chimed in from edge of garden.
Tess and Ted smiled at each other, chimed together, "Good morning Barrett." They looked up to see husband Grinn at her side, both wearing their signature line of Grinn & Barrett khaki knickers and tees.
"How are our neighbor clothing moguls this glorious and blessed morning?" Tess extended greeting.
"Now Tess, you know we love you, but," Grinn grinned, "but when you start slinging round words like glorious and blessed, you usually slip into that irritating witnessing for Jesus stuff."
Barrett elbowed hubby.
"Owww!" Grinn rubbed ribs.
"Don't be rude, Grinn. Tess only witnesses to you cause she loves you. Besides, you need to listen." Barrett returned attention to Tess, "Anyhow, what is this horchata de what-a you mentioned earlier?"
"Horchata de chufa is a delicious icy drink made by mixing water with a ground blend of select nut grass nutlets, rice, sugar, cinnamon, vanilla and tad a nutmeg." Tess blinked those pale blues appretiatively up at Barrett.
"Oh sweet deja vu," Ted eyes lit up, "that's what that creamy white drink was the other day. Fresh n cold right out a the fridge and putting the yeeeeeee back in my haaaaaaa! Tasty E-N-E-R-G-Y!"
"More like ick, nut grass!" Grinn grinned.
"Too proud and stuck in your ways to try something new, no matter how tasty and good for you it is?" Barrett hugged Grinn arm.
Grinn barely noticed the ebb in time... as lightning filled the east and shined even throughout the west, but Tess and Ted knew, knew the Beginning and the End, the Alpha and the Omega, He was here... then they were there... in the clouds with Jesus...
At the edge of the garden Grinn sank to his knees alone... no Barrett hugging his arm...
Matthew 24:27 (Jesus)
"Often does the way remind, before the shadow shines the light." Grunt punctuated Ted response, while pulling yet another long rooted weed that he knew not the name of. Ted glanced over at Tess, his eyes lingered there, and he thought, "Even in the late afternoon heat, even in dirt infused sweats, even with garden soil on the tip of freckled nose neath brim of cap, my Tess rocks that strawberry blond hair and pale blue eyes."
Like all intuition imbued women when being watched, Tess wiped speck from nose, looked up, smiled, "Less admiration, more weed pulling, ol' man." Her smile grew as she resumed nut grass war.
But a curious Ted could not help but wonder at a certain Tess brand of peculiar behavior. "Mind if I ask why you are separating the nut grass into two separate pots?"
"Horchata de chufa." Tess extracted yet nother nut grass sprig out of the garden.
"Horchata de what-a?" Familiar female voice chimed in from edge of garden.
Tess and Ted smiled at each other, chimed together, "Good morning Barrett." They looked up to see husband Grinn at her side, both wearing their signature line of Grinn & Barrett khaki knickers and tees.
"How are our neighbor clothing moguls this glorious and blessed morning?" Tess extended greeting.
"Now Tess, you know we love you, but," Grinn grinned, "but when you start slinging round words like glorious and blessed, you usually slip into that irritating witnessing for Jesus stuff."
Barrett elbowed hubby.
"Owww!" Grinn rubbed ribs.
"Don't be rude, Grinn. Tess only witnesses to you cause she loves you. Besides, you need to listen." Barrett returned attention to Tess, "Anyhow, what is this horchata de what-a you mentioned earlier?"
"Horchata de chufa is a delicious icy drink made by mixing water with a ground blend of select nut grass nutlets, rice, sugar, cinnamon, vanilla and tad a nutmeg." Tess blinked those pale blues appretiatively up at Barrett.
"Oh sweet deja vu," Ted eyes lit up, "that's what that creamy white drink was the other day. Fresh n cold right out a the fridge and putting the yeeeeeee back in my haaaaaaa! Tasty E-N-E-R-G-Y!"
"More like ick, nut grass!" Grinn grinned.
"Too proud and stuck in your ways to try something new, no matter how tasty and good for you it is?" Barrett hugged Grinn arm.
Grinn barely noticed the ebb in time... as lightning filled the east and shined even throughout the west, but Tess and Ted knew, knew the Beginning and the End, the Alpha and the Omega, He was here... then they were there... in the clouds with Jesus...
At the edge of the garden Grinn sank to his knees alone... no Barrett hugging his arm...
Matthew 24:27 (Jesus)
Matthew 25:13 (urgency)
1st Thessalonians 4:15-18 (the rapture: "caught up together" in the clouds with Jesus...)
John 4:35
John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Romans 6:23; 5:8; 10:9 & 13 (The most wonderful of news... salvation.)
Jesus loves You! Love him right back.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
FROG IN THE FOG
FROG IN THE FOG
"Wake up, Larry," Karen whispered, "Someone is at our window."
"Ugh,"was followed by Larry roll over.
"Larry," Karen shook him, "Larry, go see what it is."
Larry let out mid nightmare moan.
The unseen thumped window screen.
"Get up!" Karen pinched his posterior.
"Mommy!" Larry screamed, "Tha crabs are eating me!"
"I'm not your Mommy! I am wife, scared wife. Someone is breaking into our bedroom window," Karen huffed.
"What?" Larry raised head, rubbed rear, listened.
Thump! "Brrrrooookkke! Brrrrrrrooooookkke!"
"Its just a frog singing and catching mosquitoes," Larry yawned, crashed head back to pillow.
"No you don't. If it is, just a frog, how can I sleep with that green, that thing, ripping through the screen. Get up and get it away from me, or the crabs will eat Mommy's little boy!" Karen jabbed pincer.
"Okay already." In the dark Larry hung legs over mattress edge, stood, felt around on night stand for flashlight, knocked it off squarely onto little toe toenail. "Ou-ou-ou-ouch!" He whined.
"Quit goofing around, Larry!" Karen growled.
"Lord remind me why I love this woman." The thought accidentally found path to his lips.
"What!" Karen fumed.
"I'm going. I'm going." Larry stepped, the flashlight rolled under foot, Larry's legs flew up over his head, head hit floor, his lungs compressed. Silence...
"Larry?" Karen turned on reading lamp.
"Am I dead?" Larry gasped.
Thump went the window screen! "Brrrrrrrooooookkke!"
"Larry, paaa-lease get out there and do something!" Karen seethed through teeth.
Larry grabbed flashlight, crawled to feet and stomped out bedroom to front porch door. Unlocking, he muttered, "At least I can let Muffin back in; another thing I should-a already done." He opened the door. Not even the flashlight penetrated the night fog. "Great, just great," Larry complained. He flicked on the porch light. The fog reflected it back as blinding light. Larry turned it off. "I guess a little light from the flashlight is better than no light at all," he groaned.
Something rustled in the wife's flower garden off to the right of the porch and right under bedroom window. "No doubt Muffin is stalking the wife's nemesis as well," Larry deduced.
The frog in the fog thumped the window screen, again barked warning, "Brrrrrooookkke!"
The rustling under the window increased. Larry stepped off porch directly into potted begonias. Struggling to extract foot from pot, Larry spied the black and white silhouette of Muffin in the fog. "A stroke of good luck at last," Larry sighed, scooped up his precious kitty. He rose, brushed the frog in the fog off window screen and headed back in. "Victory at last." He praised self. "After all, finding a black and white cat in night fog is no small feat. So glad I found you little buddy." Larry hugged Muffin. Muffin hugged Larry's neck, rubbed soft furry cheek on his chin and began to purr. "Love you too little buddy," Larry added, "Let's go cheer up your Momma."
Triumphant and loved, Larry entered bedroom and strode up to mattress edge. "Say hi to Momma... Muffin..."
The volume of horror on Karen's face was only exceeded by the decibels of her scream...
It was then that the startled skunk began to spray...
Thump went the window screen... "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooookkke!"
...What does the frog say...
...If it ain't brrrrrrooookkke, don't fix it...
...What a deep pit, burning lips dig...
...As the shrill voice reeks,so the skunk stinks...
...Why stir up trouble where there is none...
...Let singing frogs in the fog sing and catch mosquitoes like the LORD designed them to...
Proverbs 16:21 & 27; 10:14; 30:33 and Matthew 6:33-34
Like that old Pharaoh of ancient Egypt, as recorded in Exodus, focusing on the frog as an idol or as a plague is just misplaced focus. Focus on what matters, The Living God and his son Jesus...
"Wake up, Larry," Karen whispered, "Someone is at our window."
"Ugh,"was followed by Larry roll over.
"Larry," Karen shook him, "Larry, go see what it is."
Larry let out mid nightmare moan.
The unseen thumped window screen.
"Get up!" Karen pinched his posterior.
"Mommy!" Larry screamed, "Tha crabs are eating me!"
"I'm not your Mommy! I am wife, scared wife. Someone is breaking into our bedroom window," Karen huffed.
"What?" Larry raised head, rubbed rear, listened.
Thump! "Brrrrooookkke! Brrrrrrrooooookkke!"
"Its just a frog singing and catching mosquitoes," Larry yawned, crashed head back to pillow.
"No you don't. If it is, just a frog, how can I sleep with that green, that thing, ripping through the screen. Get up and get it away from me, or the crabs will eat Mommy's little boy!" Karen jabbed pincer.
"Okay already." In the dark Larry hung legs over mattress edge, stood, felt around on night stand for flashlight, knocked it off squarely onto little toe toenail. "Ou-ou-ou-ouch!" He whined.
"Quit goofing around, Larry!" Karen growled.
"Lord remind me why I love this woman." The thought accidentally found path to his lips.
"What!" Karen fumed.
"I'm going. I'm going." Larry stepped, the flashlight rolled under foot, Larry's legs flew up over his head, head hit floor, his lungs compressed. Silence...
"Larry?" Karen turned on reading lamp.
"Am I dead?" Larry gasped.
Thump went the window screen! "Brrrrrrrooooookkke!"
"Larry, paaa-lease get out there and do something!" Karen seethed through teeth.
Larry grabbed flashlight, crawled to feet and stomped out bedroom to front porch door. Unlocking, he muttered, "At least I can let Muffin back in; another thing I should-a already done." He opened the door. Not even the flashlight penetrated the night fog. "Great, just great," Larry complained. He flicked on the porch light. The fog reflected it back as blinding light. Larry turned it off. "I guess a little light from the flashlight is better than no light at all," he groaned.
Something rustled in the wife's flower garden off to the right of the porch and right under bedroom window. "No doubt Muffin is stalking the wife's nemesis as well," Larry deduced.
The frog in the fog thumped the window screen, again barked warning, "Brrrrrooookkke!"
The rustling under the window increased. Larry stepped off porch directly into potted begonias. Struggling to extract foot from pot, Larry spied the black and white silhouette of Muffin in the fog. "A stroke of good luck at last," Larry sighed, scooped up his precious kitty. He rose, brushed the frog in the fog off window screen and headed back in. "Victory at last." He praised self. "After all, finding a black and white cat in night fog is no small feat. So glad I found you little buddy." Larry hugged Muffin. Muffin hugged Larry's neck, rubbed soft furry cheek on his chin and began to purr. "Love you too little buddy," Larry added, "Let's go cheer up your Momma."
Triumphant and loved, Larry entered bedroom and strode up to mattress edge. "Say hi to Momma... Muffin..."
The volume of horror on Karen's face was only exceeded by the decibels of her scream...
It was then that the startled skunk began to spray...
Thump went the window screen... "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooookkke!"
...What does the frog say...
...If it ain't brrrrrrooookkke, don't fix it...
...What a deep pit, burning lips dig...
...As the shrill voice reeks,so the skunk stinks...
...Why stir up trouble where there is none...
...Let singing frogs in the fog sing and catch mosquitoes like the LORD designed them to...
Proverbs 16:21 & 27; 10:14; 30:33 and Matthew 6:33-34
Like that old Pharaoh of ancient Egypt, as recorded in Exodus, focusing on the frog as an idol or as a plague is just misplaced focus. Focus on what matters, The Living God and his son Jesus...
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