ON DIGGING A BETTER DITCH

I dig the ditch that allows God free passage. -- Blinding flash of the obvious, 6/1/13

That sure brings the source of all my woes home to me...which I'm only fully realizing for the first time this morning. Clearly, if God isn't flowing freely in my life, it's because I've done a less than wonderful job of digging the ditch for him.

There have been a boatload of continuing oh-no's going on in my life lately. There's That Hospital and then Sheehy Honda and then the aches and pains...and I've been dealing, or close enough anyhow. I've been doing my "thank you's" and "welcomes," and not doing an inordinate amount of mind-altering curses.

This morning, however, would absolutely have sent me over the edge if I hadn't read my BFO of three years ago. This morning my boy Ruckus does not seem to be 100%...if my boy is not 100%, I'm missing in action.

I've checked him out thoroughly, and the thought occurs...he might just be showing his age. Because he ate everything and, as usual, tried to lick the chrome off the bottom of the bowl, our walk was productive, he sniffed and got sniffed, his tail was wagging...I think he's healthy. But showing his age...if that's not the good and the bad news both together, what is? He's not ill, thank you, Jesus, but he is 12 years old...enough said, roll it back, rope it in.

He is healthy, he will be with me as long as he is meant to be with me, to outstay God's plan for him on my prayers is a certain sin...I'm digging a better ditch here, God. Thank you for showing me the need.

Thank you.