1) A conversation, between myself and MP, (Miss Perfect)
MP – “I don’t know how you stand having those big dogs running in and out of your house, tracking in mud. You must have to mop the floor everyday.”
Me – “ Nope, I’ll wait till the back yard dries out. It’s pointless to mop, until it stops raining, they’re just going to keep printing it up.”
MP – “How do you keep you’re carpet so nice, with them tracking across it every time it rains?”
Me – “You know what’s interesting about mud? It turns into dirt, once it dries, and vacuums right up.”
MP – “You must be the most relaxed house keeper I know. I like my house nice and clean at all times.”
Me – “I know. We’re different that way. … Why do you like coming to my house for coffee?”
MP – “I like spending time together, and … I don’t know … it’s comfortable here.”
Me – “Exactly.”
2) In his post, a friend mentioned not being able to recall the emotion of feeling completely safe, which got me thinking. The feeling of complete safety is more than feeling a lack of imminent danger, and rather hard to come by. I can only remember feeling totally safe once in my entire life.
One Saturday, while cleaning the church and getting it ready for Sunday, I decided to scrub the baptistery, which had a large cross hanging above it. It was six feet long, four feet wide, and five feet deep, so I had to get in it to clean it. While on my knees cleaning the floor with this huge cross hanging over me, I got such a feeling of peace and safety. It was a life changing moment. There’s not much that can truly frighten me now, not with power like that to rely on.
3) I finally admitted to myself and to my Savior, that though I love my Pastor, there is a feeling of loss and emptiness now that I’m no longer leading services at my church. Since then I’ve noticed there is a smallish group of Christian folks on-line, who have been using some of my posts to feed their souls and sooth their spirits. I have no idea if that is leading somewhere, but it is kind of cool.
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December 12, 2007 at 8:25 pm
truddle
Nothing is by mistake – you are here for a reason 🙂
Your #1) reminded me of a post I did awhile back called footprints.
In my day-to-day life I have many people that ask me the same questions about my dogs and house – I normally get the same response as you – “I don’t know … it’s comfortable here.”
I get the same response to my blog – I think you do to!
December 12, 2007 at 11:05 pm
Bobby Goat GRUFF!
Regarding point 1: I like recounted conversations.
Regarding point 2: I find the feeling of safety happens rather often. When I’m in bed with a cat and some small children huddling next to me for protection from the monsters lurking in the closet, safeness oozes from my pores.
I think I’m a bit oblivious to danger. Maybe my mind doesn’t work right. Oh well. I’d rather be me and have chocolate than anything else I have thought of.
December 12, 2007 at 11:32 pm
Corina
3. I think it’s very cool! I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it DOES lead somewhere.
2. Total safety. What a concept. I don’t know if a lot of us ever feel that. I don’t think I can remember that either.
1. “Exactly!”
December 13, 2007 at 1:08 am
tigereye
I’m one of the #3 persuasion. This is probably as close to church as it gets for me, and I can check in while the cat’s sleeping across my feet.
Now there’s a feeling of safety…
December 13, 2007 at 3:14 am
pandemonic
You are very relaxed! I hope to be able to track mud into your house some day!
December 13, 2007 at 6:31 am
Wanda Rizzuto
If feel safe having two big dogs in the house.
December 13, 2007 at 9:22 am
TheOtherIvy
#3 is cool.
I believe your gentle messages find their ways into a lot of peoples hearts…and your fierce ones, too. I know they have found their way to mine.
December 13, 2007 at 11:23 am
Shawn W
Truddle, I’d rather have my dogs than a spotless house any day. Don’t’ get me wrong; it’s not exactly dirty, but I wouldn’t suggest performing surgery in here either. 😀
People are soul hungry, but they don’t want to be force-fed rhetoric. I think a more personal and gentle but no nonsense approach is what is needed.
BGG, I think safety is easier for men, because they are the protectors. I’d rather you be you too.
Corina, #3 caught me by surprise, and it wouldn’t bother me a bit if it leads to something.
I hope our friend reads this and realizes he’s not as odd as he thinks.
((Tigereye)), I love you to pieces! And if I can occasionally sooth that rowdy, rumbley spirit of yours I consider it an honor.
I don’t know about safety, but a cat on my feet makes me feel very content.
Pandemonic, you may feel free to track mud into my house, any time you’re in the area. 🙂
Two of my big dogs provide some safety, Wanda. The other one hides behind me when he growls at someone.
((Ivy)) Thank you. I’m glad and honored to be a blessing to you.
December 13, 2007 at 12:31 pm
davidrochester
#2) I wonder why this book I’m reading even gives that as an instruction, since nobody seems able to do it? It’s kind of strange.
#3) I think you will naturally attract an attentive group, wherever you go. Good people can’t help being magnets.
December 13, 2007 at 1:54 pm
Shawn W
David, that thought occured to me too. Maybe we’re just a weird bunch? 😉
You are very sweet, and I adore you.
December 13, 2007 at 8:10 pm
Bobby Goat GRUFF!
Yeah. I think you’re right about the manliness thing. I’ve noticed that there are people who are frightened of me. The Banana Farmer and I were talking about this a couple of nights ago. He’s noticed people being frightened of him too. We both felt a bit confused and saddened by it. I mean, who should feel frightened of a pair of 120 pound smiling hippy freaks? Something really icky must have happened to make a person nervous around people like us.
December 14, 2007 at 10:30 am
Shawn W
Some people are afraid of anything and anyone they don’t understand. Problems come when that fear is allowed to turn into bigotry or hatred.
December 28, 2007 at 8:40 pm
Wanda Rizzuto
Your comments seem to be a little misplaced, at least from where I’m sitting. There are comments from two weeks ago. It could just be me though.
Anyhoo, your mom and grandma seem to be very wise. I never pegged you for a big mouth though. Maybe it’s because we’ve never met face to face.
December 29, 2007 at 12:09 am
thelittlefluffycat
Oh praise be, Sissy…I’m thinking, “a few days halfway away and I’ve forgotten how to work WP….”
You didn’t peg Shawn for a bigmouth ’cause she’s just normal, like us. 😀 duh….
December 31, 2007 at 4:54 am
bibliomom
I’m finally trying to get around to peoples blogs. I’m so glad that you all are here.