Gritting My Teeth Over: Morning Traffic

We have a sign similar to this one over Highway 30/167 in North Little Rock.

Now, some well-meaning Christian person put up this sign and is saying, "Jesus is over the highway," or, "Look! There's Jesus."

You and I know what is really happening. Drivers look up and ask that retorical question that begins with,

"Jesus!"

"This traffic is horrendous! Am I ever going to make it to work?"

Well today, this yay-hoo (The writer lives in Arkansas, USA. We have plenty of "yay-hoos".); This yay-hoo in a fancy pickup truck (most likely a cowgirl, determined by the curly long hair under the cowboy hat); This yay-hoo in a brand spanking new fancy pickup truck decides to pass me at an intersection. She guns it and takes off just in time to run at a pedestrian who is crossing the street. While I am holding onto my head screaming,

"Oh, GOD, NO!"

the pedestrian outruns the pickup truck.

And when she pulled away, do you know what I saw? Shoot no, I missed the license plate number.

I saw the Christian emblem glued to her bumper.

"JESUS!"

'Nuff said.

"Jacob took an oath in the name of the Fear of his father Isaac" Genesis 31:53, NIV.

Sometimes fear is a great motivator of people.

Gritting My Teeth Over: Being Angry at God

A cat fell out of the sky yesterday morning at 4:00 a.m.
.... Landed on me in my bed
....... Took off running as if nothing had really happened
...
I have yet to repair the ceiling fabric where she went through.
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Did I mention that I have an undiagnosed illness?
.... Nausea starts an hour after waking; bout the same time the nose bleeds start
....... Take nausea to bed with me.
............ Sometimes I'm so tired that I have to eat a high-energy meal and drink a cup of coffee in order to wake up enough to fall asleep at night.
....
Doctors say it is a mental illness because, after all, who else looks up their symptoms on the Internet to find a disease that matches?
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My work could not get done during normal business hours. So, I'm at work on Sunday, finishing up.

The problem is: if God were good, would I be sick?

If God were good, would cats fall out of the rafters on me in the wee hours when I so desparately need rest?

If God were good, wouldn't I have a house that is fully remodeled, not one that has exposed rafters, which a creative cat can find her way up to?

So, I'm driving to work this morning, pissed as all get out at God.

And the sky was blue.

I *know* who created that

The trees were my favorite color of ashen gray.

The wind was chilly and exhilarating.

You ever hear people speak of a lover whom they can never stay mad at?

That's the feeling.

I love Him. I'm just angry at something he hasn't done yet.

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”- Joshua 1:9

You know God is present when

You feel like you were born yesterday.

And you like it!

He is the ancient of days and I am just a child of 52.