Faith of a Mustard Seed…

Good morning all you worker bees! Hump day is here!🐪

I hope you all are up and well rested, ready to face the day at the top of hill, before you start that slide into your weekend. It’s gonna be a good day!

The furry support staff has been fed. Jeb and Sassy are enjoying an after breakfast siesta. Minxy and the Beagle are playing….funny though , every time I go to check on them Minxy immediately quits playing and acts as if she is hiding something. I guess I’m not supposed to know she was acting like a dog. Who knows? Bailey is in Justin’s room waiting patiently for him to come home. The devotion that dog has to that boy is unwaivering.

Have you seen the videos on Facebook of the folks hiding behind the blanket and then “disappearing?” Well, we tried that last night with every dog here. The only one who even reacted at all was Sassy and that was the slightest cock of her head. Jeb literally rolled his eyes, while Minxy pretty much shrugged her shoulders. Bailey immediately went to where Justin was, no guessing, no searching, a straight bee line to his daddy. The puppy, who has the attention span of a gnat, wandered off looking for his next victim to torture, harass, and annoy. So the experiment yielded nothing other than a blanket that needs washing. Maybe the dogs just didnt want to play, maybe they thought it silly. Or maybe they have faith that we aren’t going anywhere. Maybe they know that we wouldn’t leave them here without seeing to their care first.

The faith our pets put in us is the kind of faith we should have in our God. Unswerving, unshakable, and unquestionable is how it should be. Most folks who know me know that I am not a “religious” person. No, I don’t go to church, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God. That doesn’t mean I don’t pray every day or believe as strongly as anyone else who attends every week and goes to every church function. How I choose to worship my God is a private matter, as is yours. I would never presume to say to anyone, you are doing it wrong. God’s presence and role in my life may be and probably is entirely different than yours.

The past month has been a true test of my faith, but I have never blamed God. I’ve never gotten angry, I just have let it roll off my back and kept chugging along. My youngest sister contacted me a month ago. I haven’t seen her in several years. We kept contact via Facebook, but other than that, no contact. When I heard her voice I immediately knew something was wrong. She had been living on the streets of Wilmington, Delaware for almost a year and was too embarrassed to tell anyone. I didn’t hesitate, I made arrangements to get her here as soon as possible. I didn’t worry about how we would manage, I didn’t worry that we live paycheck to paycheck, I didn’t think about anything other than the fact that this is my sister LIVING ON THE STREETS! And I had faith that things would work out. And they have, maybe not as one should think, but I am in no position to tell anyone how to do things or how to walk in his or her shoes.

A few days after my sister came, I was taking my son to work. My car started making a funny sound and then just died. So I’m stuck on the side of the road in basically BFE (Bum F**k Egypt for those who don’t know this Anagram), fortunately I have roadside assistance, so I didn’t freak out. I had someone look at the car the following week and I was charged an arm and a leg, and I think half a kidney, only to be told I was gonna need more money or a new car. For a brief minute, I felt the urge to burst into flames, but I quelled that thought. No sense in allowing the nervous breakdown, I so deserve, to happen, because it won’t change anything except maybe my address, temporarily.

The next test came this past Saturday. I was cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry early Saturday morning. The puppy was at my feet with every move, hoping that at some point he could slip out the door passed me. I can’t put him out while Jeb is out because Jeb would hurt him, and I don’t need that. I had opened the window in the back door to check on the dogs who were out. I went back to the task at hand and a few minutes later realized I didn’t shut the window all the way. Instead of opening the puppy gate all the way I opened it just enough to get through. At that moment the.puppy came barging through. My right foot got caught on the gate and down I went, landing on my left wrist, left hip, and left shoulder. I bumped my head on the door jamb and then again on the floor. When I realized I wasn’t dead, I began to assess the damage. I found my phone in my back pocket and tried to call someone, but my phone was roaming so that wasn’t happening. At that moment I began to bawl like a baby, I mean one of those good old fashioned sobbing sessions. Now here is where some folks might think I’m crazy, but I got a message, not something you can hear, more like a feeling. That message was “I got this…” I ceased the pity party to make sure I got the message. It wasn’t “You’ve got this.” It was “I got this..” Within a matter of minutes my sister showed up. She sprang into action when she realized I was on the floor. When I was up it was decided I needed to see someone. Two broken toes, a sprained hip, a sprained wrist, two good sized knots on my head, and bruised ribs later I was back home. How I didn’t break anything else is a wonder to me. Not that I am questioning it, I’m just surprised. I’m on the mend now, things are beginning to feel a little better and I can sit in a chair for more than a few minutes without pain. But even after everything that has occurred all I can think about is that brief feeling of “I got this..” And it wasn’t a me ” I got this..” it didn’t come from me. I believe it was God saying, “calm down, its gonna be ok, I got you..” Since then, I have experienced a serenity that I have never felt before. Instead of focusing on the disasters and negative in my life, I am thinking about the positives! I sold a painting yesterday! My art work won an award! My blog is up and running! My Love Chairs design is being made in to t-shirts and prints!! I get to go to my happy place this weekend, on someone else’s dime! And while some might view my attitude towards this past month as apathetic, I’m thinking SO WHAT? I think oftentimes what is judged as apathy is a self protective mode, that keeps someone from losing their mind.

Evidently God has a plan for me that he hasn’t yet revealed to me. So, I’m just gonna do what I do and let him do what he does. Why fight it?

Well…that’s all I have today. My art table is full and I need to get to steppin’!

You all enjoy your day! Don’t forget the scritches for the the furry loves. I love you all most ardently! A huge shout out and thank you to my dear friend, Tammy Ham for today’s blog title.

I’m leaving you with the painting that was sold yesterday before the paint dried. Also, check out my Recipes You Should Try Page, I will be posting my recipe for Sheikh el Meiche. It is a Lebanese recipe for stuffed eggplant taught to me by my late mother in law. It is amazing!

Play nice y’all…

Ace’s Black Tie Affair

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