We
have discovered a crisis of near-epic proportions. Greater than dirt on the interior
carpet. Greater than donut crumbs on the
seats. Greater even than dried water
droplets from the first rain. What
horror could possibly have invaded our normally serene lifestyle? What unspeakable catastrophe has barreled its
way into our lives, making our very existence one long groan of agony? What caused that ear-splitting cry of “Aaaaarrrrgh!”? Yep.
You guessed it. Bird poop. For the very first time a bird pooped on our
brand new car. Right there in the safety
of our very own driveway. Oh, the
devastation of it all. What could be
worse than this? (Don’t you dare say the first scratch or the first fender bender. Chris might have a heart attack). I suppose I shall have to play my usual role
of Knight in Shining Armor, eh? Put on
my over-hauls and big ol’ boots and my fishing hat to ward off the sunshine and
warsh that stain right outa the car.
Maybe I can get around to that this weekend …
Psalms
66:10-12 says, “For you, O God, tested
us; you refined us like silver. You
brought us into prison and laid burdens on our backs. You let men ride over our heads; we went
through fire and water, but you brought us to a place of abundance.”
Father,
thank you for those little birds you created.
We do like seeing them flit about.
Thank you that our burdens are much less than prison and being trampled
by horses. And thank you for the
abundance you have blessed us with. Amen.
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