Down the hall and around the corner several times a day temptation at the M&M machine awaits. Glancing at the machine I think how great those M&Ms would taste. In the beginning and many days even now I overcome the temptation. I tell myself that M&Ms are bad for my hips. The thousands of germs on the machine put my health at risk as well. However, day after day the ill effects have not happened......no flu or cold, not much weight gain.
More than the taste of M&Ms compels me to use a quarter. The drive and the excitement come from the thrill of seeing how many M&Ms I will get each time, hoping for the magic number 9. This is my "scientific experiment". My excuse.
In the beginning I only glanced at the machine as I walked down the hallway. Then a longer look. Then longer. Pretty soon that looking gave way to getting. Now, no matter where I go, when I see an M&M machine the excitement wells up within. The thrill of continuing my quest for nine M&Ms.
I think of the M&M machine is an analogy of the sin and evil which pervades our lives and those around us. Sin and temptation begin with a look. Then a taste. Just to see what it’s like. Then a lie to yourself that this will be a one time thing. Then maybe nothing bad happens the first time, the second time, the hundredth time. However, gratification becomes harder to find. More extreme measures are taken to achieve the first few “highs”. The high of cheating on your spouse, abusing drugs or alcohol, domestic violence, cheating on a test, telling a lie, betraying a friend, telling a secret, sexual sins. Whatever the sin, Satan tries to trap us with one sin. If that doesn’t work he’ll try something else. Satan will pull us as deep in as we’ll go.
Evil searches for us. We must use the brain God blessed us with to realize and remember to run from temptation and keep ourselves from evil. Life is not about getting what we want and what feels good to us. Always remembering how our decisions and behavior affects those around us, from those we supposedly love to the stranger on the street should be our goal. Realizing those choices affect life not only here but in the ever after.
Memories. Funny how they crop up at unexpected times. While putting fresh sheets on this evening I suddenly remembered being young and momma flipping the sheets "just right". So right they covered the bed instantly in one flip. I absolutely loved jumping under that perfect flip! Much to momma's dismay.
Purple Martins. I grew up watching them fly around our yard & nesting in the gourds Daddy grew. Momma & Daddy loved sitting out in the yard and watching the birds every afternoon. Can it be true that momma has been gone almost 20 years & Daddy a year? The purple martins always fly around the tractor as I bush hog, eating the bugs that fly up. I smile. Maybe the memories of purple martins is partly why I love to bushhog....
Watched the new movie "Marley and Me" after church this afternoon. We got there about 15 minutes before it started but the theater was already almost full. We had to sit in the third row. I always hate sitting that close as it's hard to see the screen well at that angle. The movie was one of the better movies I have seen in a while. I highly suggest seeing it. I am not a big Owen Wlison fan but he was great in this movie. I did ball my eyes out. For a dog lover such as myself it was so emotional at the end. Even if you don't like dogs the movie is so well done it will move you.
Having lost several dogs through the years I could just feel what the owners went through. Especially remembering the best dog I have ever owned. Skeeter. He was one of about 7 Australian Shepherds I have owned in my life. He was the best. A red tri with one ear that stuck straight up in the air. I tried everything in my power to get that ear to lay down like it should but nothing worked.
My oldest sister has raised and shown Aussies since the year I was born-1971. She gave me Skeeter when I was in high school in 1987 or 1988. I didn't have a dog at that time and needed one. I don't think I could live without one. Sharon probably couldn't sell Skeeter because of his ear thus a perfect gift to little sister. I won though. Skeeter was the coolest dog and became my best friend.
In his younger years he loved herding my neighbors dairy cattle--much to their chargin and mine. His dam had been a champion herding dog in Georgia and Skeeter inherited his mama's instincts. Skeeter was fairly talented-he was good at getting the cattle round up but didn't know what to do with them. He ended up with a pretty bad broken front leg after one herding attempt. Think that broke him thank goodness.
My bedroom was in the basement of the house I grew up in. Skeeter would stay in my bedroom every night until I went to sleep. Then he would sneak off my bed and upstairs to sleep at the foot of my mother's bed. When Mom died in 1990 Skeeter kept doing that for a while. Until he finally realized she wouldn't be back. He then slept with me all night.
Aussies are one family dogs and Skeeter was quite protective of me. Chris and I started dating in 1990. Skeeter was about 2 years old or so. Chris and I could not wrestle or play. Skeeter would get aggressive toward Chris. Skeeter knew if I was home alone and he also hated the sound of big trucks. He would chase them every day. Two of my friends drove big trucks, Robbie and Bob. Every time they would come to my house to visit Skeeter would put them back in the truck until I came outside. One day Bob was driving by my house and Skeeter ran out to chase him. Before Bob could see him he ran flat over Skeeter. He was in rough shape--the dog and Bob. The vet, Dr. Kefauver, did not think Skeeter would make it through the night. His head was the size of a basketball. I remember going to see him at the vet clinic. He was laying in the kennel crate and perked up when I came in. Skeeter had dried caked blood all over. I cried and cried. But the next day he was on the road to recovery.
Skeeter was about 15/16 years old when he died. Very old for an Aussie. He had been having some heart and hip trouble for a couple years but I just couldn't make the decision to put him down. I kept thinking "he'll let me know when it's time". One weekend in 2004 I was supposed to go to Sarasota, FL to show my mare in a cow horse show. For some reason I just didn't want to go. I was hauling my mare for a national title and leading so had a big incentive to go show. But just didn't feel like it. On Sunday afternoon Chris and I came home. Skeeter was laying in the front yard and couldn't move. He was in bad, bad shape. I knew it was time. Chris called the vet. He came out to our farm. I was sitting in the front yard holding Skeeter. Crying hysterically. The vet said some kind words and gave Skeeter the shot. It was a horrible, horrible day. I sat with him a good length of time after the vet left. I have always cried at the loss of a pet. But never like I did over my Skeeter. Chris buried him on the back of our farm after I was able to let go. I couldn't watch that part. I was just thankful to God that He had kept me from going to that horse show. If I had gone then Skeeter may have lain there for hours upon hours suffering alone with no relief. God knew I was needed at home that weekend.
You know, I never received a bill from the vet for the farm call nor the meds to put down Skeeter. The way I was crying he must have felt too sorry for me to bill me.
Love you and miss you Skeeter.......thanks for being my friend and companion all those years.
I have heard a lot of people talking about "karma" recently. Many of my friends seem to be having rough times lately and hope for karma. I have also read about karma on the Internet and in blogs--my favorite and in my opinion one of the best bloggers Amelia talked about the court case involving the young couple in Knoxville. She didn't blog about karma really but about the "injustice" of the justice system.
I don't believe in karma. What goes around does not always come around. I have watched too many people slip through the crack of "karma". Pedophiles, rapist, batterers, murderers, etc.
Our justice system, both nationally and locally, leaves much to be desired. The old saying, "You do the crime, you do the time" doesn't seem to ring true anymore. "You do the crime, you may do some time" seems more like it. I worked with victims of crime for many years and it's a very frustrating situation. Convincing victims, especially domestic violence victims or a victim of rape, to press charges, follow through with prosecution for what seems like months as the perp gets court put off again and again only to end up with a 6 month diversion on the charge, is a horrible experience. Especially when attorneys, and I at times, told her that the court would take care of her rights. I learned quickly not to make that promise!
Maybe I am hearing more people talk about karma because things are really tough in the world right now-wars, economy, crime, drugs.....What gives me comfort is the fact that there will be justice. God's Justice. I know I will face it as well for the sins in my life. But so will they. Many times I want to have justice on my time and on my terms. But Justice will come. How depressing if that was not to be, to live life hoping for "karma" but not knowing if one would receive it or not? I live in knowledge of Justice. Knowing I will face it but not alone. I have The Blood to cover me.
