Blue Moon
I cleaned up my bedroom. I was going to have lots of friends over. I put out food, tablecloths, then I started to change it and straighten the stuff out. Everybody would come in and a little bell would ring. We sat down and talked away. It was a movie called the barbie cartoon. "They got married; men paid for women; .. so they divorced or never stayed together." One brother and one sister, a little crib for them and then it looked like a real 'barbie dreamhouse'.
I cut rectangles to pretend it was a real movie, little pieces of aluminum foil, so they looked like a VCR.
I still have the mini-van. Sometimes I watch a movie like 'Sonic the HedgeHog', The Sonic 3D Blast, the Road Runner and then I watched TAZ...
Went out on the porch and watched while I ate soup and hotdogs, hamburgers and sodas, a cake and a pie, kool-aid, milk and cookies.
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At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited Heaven or Hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him. But later on, when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride. But it was a tandem bike, a bicycle built for two, and I noticed that Jesus was in the back, helping me pedal.
I don't remember just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since. When I was in control, I knew the way. It might have been boring but it was predictable ... the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He showed me delightful long cuts, up mountains and through rocky places, at breakneck speeds. It was all I could do to hang on. Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!"
I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I'd say, "I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey,
my Lord's and mine. And we were off again. He said, "Give the gifts away. They're extra baggage -- too much weight." So I gave
them away to the people we met. And I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.
I didn't trust Him at first to take control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it, but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face, with my delightful constant companion, Jesus.
And when I'm sure I can't do any more, He just smiles and says, "Pedal."
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