Linking up with Five Minute Friday today!
The word is:
Red is approaching me. He’s wearing a creased red cowboy hat, tipped waaaaaaaay back on his head. He kinda reminds me of James Dean in Giant. Except for two things:
Red is not, nor will he ever be, a brooding kind of guy. It’s impossible for him.
He is only wearing his underwear, along with the red hat. Oh, and a cape. There’s a cape there too. So really, not so James Dean after all. It would have definitely been below Dean’s artistic sensibilities to do the whole cape thing.
Anyhow. Red is currently pointing a popsicle stick at me.
“Stop. Wight. There.”
“Dis is a hold up, mister.”
I mention that he has no handcuffs. For it to be a proper hold up, don’t I need to be handcuffed? (Now, I do realize that those of you who are actually paying attention to this might interject that noooooo, that would be an arrest. But it’s 8:37 am and I have not had enough coffee to get my criminal behavior ironed out.)
Red also solves the whole handcuff issue by telling me he tried to put them on the cat, but his paws were too small. So der under Steve.
It’s 8:38 am. I need to:
clean a bunch of stuff
maybe sweep up some floors, like all of them
wipe down the stickiness that is on every conceivable surface
try not to fall back asleep while making my bed
not slip into despair
brew more coffee
Instead, I stop and hold up my hands. I am going to play with Red. I might even teach him the finer points of silliness – the cat can be kidnapped and we can work on a ransom note. Steve’s up for it as long as he has a surface on which to sleep and a square of sunlight.
My sons keep me in the squares of sunlight.
I hold up my hands to You. Help me to remember what is important, what to hold up to you. What to give over. What to give up.
And thank you, Lord, for coffee and this house and all its stuff that I clean. I am grateful even for the sticky linoleum, because that means maple syrup happened, and it’s only by your grace we are able to afford the stuff. It’s like 400 dollars a bottle.
11So it came about when Moses held his hand up, that Israel prevailed, and when he let his hand down, Amalek prevailed. 12But Moses’ hands were heavy. Then they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it; and Aaron and Hur supported his hands, one on one side and one on the other. Thus his hands were steady until the sun set. Exodus 17:11-12
Oh joy! I am so happy to be your neighbor at FMF! As a follower of yours I read your blog eagerly for the no-fail smiles and laughs I get every single time I read your delightful words. I love your fun take on this prompt. Way to bring it home with a meaningful lesson(s) and reminder for us. What an encouragement for me to just wave the white flag of surrender to Him as He nudges with a voice about as threatening as Red’s popsicle stick. So glad you took the time to contribute this, and to hold up your hands…and ours. 🙂 Bless you!!!!
Awww, thank you. I love these posts that start out funny and then have a POINT. This, by the way, is NOT me. It’s all God. 🙂
Hi! I”m visiting from 5MF. I love your take on mommy life! The imagery of whom I assume was your son is adorable!
Thank you so much! Yep, that’s my son, Red. 🙂
We are studying Moses – and I don’t remember ever thinking about it exactly that way! Hugs! Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 18:07:53 +0000 To: email@example.com
Thank you! I found this verse on “accident” and wondered if it would make sense… but it made sense to ME, so I put it in. 🙂
Loved the narrative in this post. It held my attention. #FMF
thanks for this! stopping from #fmf!
This made me cry just a little bit. “I hold up my hands to You. Help me to remember what is important, what to hold up to you. What to give over. What to give up.” This. Every day.
Amen sister. Makes me cry a little too. It’s ok. Every day!! thank you for reading and God bless you.