Last week I decided I would submit a blog with deliberate intent and not one of those "it's the last minute and she, who must be obeyed, wants it now" blogs! Yup! Started on Sunday, of all days and now it is Tuesday night and going on ten pee emm......and she wants it now.
So, the song goes on and tells me " I believe in angels Something good in everything I see -- I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me Ill cross the stream – I have a dream" That little-bitty-ditty says a lot. I believe in angels...Scripture tells me they exist..... I believe in something good in everything I see.... Scripture tells me this has to be true...our Father created everything I see....then the clincher - when I know the time is right, I will cross the stream! Oh my, Heavenly Father, I did not know so many years ago that that refrain would echo in my head for so many years. When I finally came into the belief that Torah is real, Torah is alive, Torah is now! Then and only then did I cross over. Then and only then did I cross the stream.... But enough of that. This is about my conversation with Jet.
Jet and I are sitting on the floor and he is letting me know just how inconsiderate I am. He lies next to me and lets me rub his belly. He acknowledges when I do it right and corrects me when I am not quite on the mark. Last night he remembers that he did not get a snack. Jet is more accurate than a Timex! He takes a beatin' but he keeps on tickin'. NO! I do not beat him. I make sure I never raise my hand to him. Somewhere along the way in his early life he must have been abused. He is slowly getting over the fast motions and quick remarks.
Jet knows when it is 5:30PM, 8:20PM, 10:10PM, 3AM and 8:10AM. We start the day in the afternoon. Jet gets to eat! Then after he takes care of business, he wants a very small snack at 8 or so. At 10 or so he wants to go walking on the trails we have set up in the back yard (it's a very large yard...bigger than a measured yard but smaller than an open field, if you can picture that....maybe I should have written the fairy tale!) He is a firm believer that if he goes all the way around the trails then he deserves a bit of a crunchy. The 3AM thing gets me the most. That is the time I get most of my administrative stuff done... like this blog that must be done before "she" goes to bed...and of course it will be early tonight because we have another full day tomorrow....aren't they all full? Ever wonder what you would be doing if you weren't doing what you're doing now? And then wonder how you managed to get into the quagmire? Sorry, the quagmire runneth's depth!
So where am I? I have said absolutely nothing of any substance except to say, this is not a fairy tale. I have a dream that one day all will be Shabbat and one day, everyone will speak freely with everyone. I am still amazed that even those who profess to speak openly and honestly continue to swallow that which is choking them. Enough already!
Thank You most Gracious and Holy One for sending me Jethro (Jet). He seems to convey more openness and straightforwardness than most humans I run into. Father, that is not a slam against humans, that is praise for a little dog that cares. He will not let me enter into danger, or become distanced from my Torah compliant life. Jet knows...and I trust him. Thank you Abba... I do believe in angels...and I do see goodness in everything I see, touch, smell, hear and taste. Not to mention, thank You for sending D'vorah and the Isaiah study our way. A real eye opening! For now, I again bless You and love You and we'll see if You let "her" approve this blog that just rambles. In Y'shua's name, I am grateful. Amein.
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