I’ve had this thought bouncing around in my head all day but I’ve been to busy to put it down in writin which may be better cause it’s given me time to really ponder on it. And in case ya don’t know what pondering is……that’s when you jest sit and think on something fer a long time before blabbing the first thing that jumps out of your mouth.
Anywho…..I woke up this mornin to the most obnoxious noise I’ve ever heard….my bed was kinda jumpin around, I though the poltergeist was coming to get me. wait wait wait….let me backtrack jest a hair. I am the proud owner of a beautiful chocolate lab. He is the offspring of one of our last litters when we were breeding labs. His name is Caleb and he is what my wife’s grandma calls a caballo (that’s Spanish fer, yup you guessed it, HORSE). He has great bloodline and he is about 85 pounds.
OK, done with the backtrack, time to get back to my jabberjaw. So my bed is dancing all by itself and I’m reaching fer my pistol. I crawl out from under the sheets and jump to the floor, look under the bed and see the nose of a plus sized Labrador retriever sticking out. The ruckus I heard was my knuckle headed dog stuck under my bed like a tick on a hound dog. Now I love having fun even first thing in the morning so I kinda taunted him jest a hair to see what he would do. “come on boy…..come here Caleb…..come on”, this spoken in the most encouraging of tones. I was laughing so hard as his paws were trying to grab traction on the tile floor and his ol tail was banging out a beat like the drummer of Dave Mathews Band. It was by far the best wake up I’ve had in a long time. I didn’t let him stay down there very long, perhaps a minute at most (I’m still wondering how he got down there in the first cotton pickin way???) before I lifted the corner of the bed up and let him out.
Well after I left the house I started thinking about the situation Caleb had gotten hisself into and then I started thinkin about myself and how I have been in that same spot time after time. I’ve been so hard headed and stubborn and forced my self “under the bed”, then once I realized I was stuck I started praying like crazy that God would rescue me. That was me lying on the floor shoving my way to large ego into a situation where my presence was neither required nor necessary. And I knew it was the wrong thing to do cause God kept slamming the door in my face but I kept pushing my furry little nose into even the smallest of gaps until suddenly I realized I was trapped and there was nothing I could do to escape the situation. And after praying I gotta wonder if God didn’t leave me stuck like Chuck jest long enough fer me to realize that I had gotten there all by myself. I think the term I learned from my dad before I left fer the Navy was, “consequences and repercussions”. The Bible says it a little more plainly, “what you sow, you will reap”. Thank God that in His mercy and grace he has lifted that bed up fer me countless amounts of times as well.
SO HERE GOES….THERE’S GOTTA BE A MORAL TO EVERY STORY RIGHT? WELL HERE IT IS, IF THE DOOR IS SHUT STOP TRYING TO FORCE IT OPEN.