dear God-

dear God,

yeah.  i know you know my every thought-move-whisper-even each very wispy lock of hair on my head, but i just need to ask you a couple of questions

 

our home is beautiful. and a little decorated for fall. when i arrived home from my run this morning, this was the view of our front door...

 

 

 



beautiful, right God?  the harvest pumpkins, the dried wreath & the ruby red geranium plant.  but wait, i spy a bucket & shovel handle-not any bucket & shovel but the one we use to scoop dog poop.  as i get right over the bucket, i notice {yep} it has poop in it.  this bucket was not here when i left on my run just 53 minutes ago. 

 

God.  we both know how it got there.  my sweet, broken husband placed it there.  this is where the questions start.  how does he remember to pick up the poop using the same bucket & shovel, but he forgets its final destination is the trash can.  why does he look not just in our backyard for piles but also in the front.  dogs {ours & others} cannot get to our front yard.   Lord, how does some information get so lost in his mind, while other details stick. 

 

i know.  look for the blessings-and i am.  sweet husband did leave the poop outside, even if it was a left as a "welcome home" mat.  he used the shovel & not his...need i say more here.  he found a purpose to fill his time. 

 

God, i trust you & know you are in the business of making all of the pain-the smelly and down right shitty parts of life into something that will glorify You.  i can't wait to see how you beautify that pail of poop.  in the meantime, i placed it in the trash dumpster.  just in case you are looking for it sometime soon.

 

love you just a fraction of what you love me-

mama bird