May 18, 2007

• Double Minded

  Ever just know there was something you had to do and couldn’t think of it?  Then in the middle of the night the “something” come to you?  Well that happened to me last night.  I was suppose to get my CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocate to children) report in and I totally forgot it.  I hate being double minded but lately that’s where my mind has been.  I’ve got to get my trane of thought back on the single track. 
  Max Lucado says it best:
  A man and his dog are in the same car. The dog howls bright-moon-in-the-middle-of-the-night caterwauling howls. The man pleads, promising a daily delivery of dog biscuit bouquets if only the hound will hush. After all, it’s only a car wash.

  Never occurred to him???ahem, to me???that the car wash would scare my dog. But it did. Placing myself in her paws, I can see why. A huge, noisy machine presses toward us, pounding our window with water, banging against the door with brushes. Duck! We’re under attack.

  “Don’t panic. The car wash was my idea.” “I’ve done this before.” “It’s for our own good.” Ever tried to explain a car wash to a canine? Dog dictionaries are minus the words brush and detail job. My words fell on fallen flaps. Nothing helped. She just did what dogs do; she wailed.

  Actually, she did what we do. Don’t we howl? Not at car washes perhaps but at hospital stays and job transfers. Let the economy go south or the kids move north, and we have a wail of a time. And when our Master explains what’s happening, we react as if he’s speaking Yalunka. We don’t understand a word he says.

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