What the thing is, we don't know. It's on the back walk and everyone in the family leaves via the back, kitchen door. The thing was discovered last night as we made our way home from Sunday dinner at our friends, Vanessa and Coach Mike's...that's not his Christian name...we added in the Coach, 'cause he was Jack's coach last year. And we love them...and they feed us...another blog. You get it by now.
Anyway, the thing. Best we can tell the cat, Mr. Mittens, ate something that fought back. I am not going to describe it to you, but the eye ball staring at us was enough.
I asked everyone if they wanted to go out the front door instead of the kitchen door. Nope. We are a kitchen door kind of people. Why? 'Cause.
I like being kitchen door people. We have friends who come to the kitchen door and announce their arrival by swinging it open and yelling, "Hi!" with so much familiarity, the dog never moves from his spot on the carpet.
Most days the front door isn't even unlocked. It doesn't need to be. The kitchen door however is open all day long. It is our coming and going door.
Both doors bring us into our home. The front door opens to our foyer and leads to the living room...the kitchen door opens up to the kitchen and family room...kind of a way of life.
I have this heart for woman who have front door relationships with God. Don't get me wrong, He is so worthy of a fine entrance...but it's a kitchen door relationship I believe He is after with us, don't you think? In the coming and goings of the day, to pull up a chair at the kitchen table and spend some time with us, I think that is more what He is after. Some days, every counter is covered in flour and the remnants of a recipe gone wrong. But He has never cared. He is with me as we clean up the mess together...and there have been some messes I can't imagine trying to tackle alone. Even when I am the one who veers away from the recipe and the ruined meal is all my fault, He is there for the clean up. I imagine He has even enjoyed some of my success too.
"Thata' girl." He might just say about me.
I can't imagine telling Him to stay in the living room, where it is neat and tidy. I have a kitchen door kinda' God. How about you?
Now to wait for John to get home to clean up the thing.
"I am the door (gate); whoever enters through me will be saved. He will come in and go out, and find pasture." John 9:10
P.S. As of 6:43PM EST, the thing is gone....but I don't know where. Liz thinks perhaps the thing got up and walked away. Lets not find out. ;)
2 comments:
Love it!
OK, this was really funny. I can remember one time when we encountered a similar "thing" years ago. I was getting ready for a bridal shower (my own, I might add) when my mom and I went outside and found some "thing" that our dog had eaten, and then un-eaten (if you know what I mean). UGH! We had to take him to the vet to make sure that he was OK (we were pretty sure that it was some remnant of a squirrel - enough said!). We barely made it to the shower in time. Sooo...this brought back memories, and a good chuckle.
And I just LOVED your spiritual tie-in. Just precious. I have a God who likes to come into the family room, put on a pair of slippers, sip on some warm tea or coffee, and say, "How's my girl?" (By the way, I'm pretty sure He came in through the kitchen door!)
Thanks for your good words - GOD BLESS!
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