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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Sh** Happens (Literally)

The funniest thing happened the other day... remember that post about stepping in the dog poop??  It appears that God has granted us an application object lesson!  And so soon!  He's like that.

Ok, so I'm out watering my garden, hose in hand making sure I don't drag it over any plants.  My Hubbie (MH), who is one to 'inspect' the garden by circling the perimeter, starts his route while I'm watering. 

Now, most of the time I'm a barefoot gardener because I don't like getting my shoes all dirty and I can just wash my feet.  MH, on the other hand, hardly ever goes without shoes.  Well, today I was wearing shoes and poor MH was barefoot.

Can you imagine where I'm going with this?

We're chit-chatting about the status of the garden when all of the sudden MH does a quick little 2-step with a cry of alarm, "IS THAT DOG POOP?"  I give a glance and give him a smiling, "Yep, sure is!"

Now, I find this humerous because MH is usually VERY cautious about where he's walking, plus he's not wearing shoes.  At this point, I'm expecting a little ranting and raving about his unfortunate accident, but he doesn't and simply continues his route.  Hmmm?

So, I've got the hose thing going on and I'm admiring the look of my garden, thinking how I'm enjoying the pretty row of zinnias that I've planted and assessing the size of various plants and whether I need to put in more seeds of this or that... and I'm being careful about where I haul that hose... and concentrating on getting just the right amount of water in just the right spots...

AND, I go tromping right through the same poop pile that MH just did!  I was in my 'garden world' la la land and didn't even realize I'd stepped in it until MH came back around and pointed it out to me.

Just to make this clear and point out my stupidity; I had just watched MH step in this doo and knew exactly where it was.

I start thinking back on my previous poop-related post and wonder about God's sense of humor in bringing more spiritual insight via this topic!

I'm thinking about how well MH took the whole incident when he confides that he didn't actually step down on it but was able to hop over it.  I, on the other hand, scuffed around in it, la la la la without even knowing it. 

What does all this mean God?

As much as I hate to admit it... MH is definately more skilled with his steps than I am.  He is naturally better at carefully trodding so as not to step in the poop (and I'm talking about in the spiritual sense).  There is an intrinsic sense built in to his giftings that enable him to 'walk carefully'.  And he helps the rest of us steer clear as well.  Most of the time this is revealled as 'wisdom', sometimes gut instinct, sometimes paranoa!

And MH usually is good at minimizing the misstep... I guess I need to realize my ease of distractedness that allows me to glide right in to the spot that he's just warned me about ...and step all over it.

I do resolve to pay better attention to his protective 'wisdom' and hopefully that will mean less crap on my shoes!

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