But I have to.
The Great Dane Gas Problem in this home is reaching a toxic level. I know my friend Jackie told me to give her some yogurt every night, but folks, when this puppy eats ANYTHING other than her dog food, she explodes.
In an 18 inch diameter pool of sludge.
All over the floor (and walls).
I'm too scared to try yogurt.
This morning I was sitting in my overstuffed chair, feet curled under me, a mug of hot Burundian tea in my hand, my Bible in my lap, and a Great Dane laying regally at my feet. It makes me feel like I'm one of those author's portrayed in old movies--I'm just missing the crackling fire, the drizzle outside, and unbroken quiet.
What was breaking my quiet at 6:30 on a Saturday morning?
The wind breaking from my dog!
I'm trying to read about the Philistines unsuccessfully attacking Israel, and I'm completely distracted by the perfectly timed audible expulsions from this post-op dog.
My mom taught me long ago to breathe shallow in odorous situations, and that well-honed skill (I grew up in other countries) was serving me well this morning, but not well enough. Folks, I was overcome. Every 30 seconds.
Then a profound thought cut through my overloaded senses: I'm sitting there trying to read God's Word and draw near to Him this morning, and I'm being totally distracted by stench eminating from my dog. Scripture talks about the offerings of those with sin in their lives being a stench to God. When I knowingly have unconfessed sin in my life and I deign to think I can enter into fellowship with God's Spirit, figuring He'll overlook my sin and focus on all my greatness ('cause surely He can see how great I am most of the time...right?!), is it for Him as sickening as what's wafting up from my dog?
I think it just might be.
Only difference is, Carly's farts don't break my heart like my willfulness breaks the heart of God.
What I'm pondering today, then, is this: I don't want to be a dog fart in the nostrils of God.
Disclaimer: Mom & Dad, you did your best with me. Don't blame yourselves for this post.
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You are absolutely hysterical ... and awesome that you come up with a spiritual truth based on gas. I think you could make a T-shirt with your deep thought and sell them. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! My entire family is sitting here doubled up over this post! And at the same time, we get it! I agree with Catherine...you could sell T-shirts!
ReplyDeleteLove you...and love your blogging!
:)Jodi