It’s often said that people resemble their pets, or vice versa. If I were a vain woman I would deny this fact to the death since Mabel desperately needs a diet for her rotund backside and a daily regime of anti-anxiety medication. But denying our similarities would do no good in light of the fact that she and I are doggy-human soul mates.
As long as I didn’t pray about the big things, I avoided being disappointed in God… When you kneel before God and pray, you admit your helplessness. You admit that there’s nothing you can do about a situation. And in praying, you admit that God is really up there. You concede He’s really listening. And that, my friends, is no small revelation.I relayed my frustration to my mother.
“Do you know what I did yesterday? I’ll tell you. I worked eight hours, got stuck behind a wreck on the river bridges, got home an hour and a half later, threw sticks with Mabel and got a splinter, changed the sheets on the bed because they feel gritty, ate a bowl of cereal, balanced the checkbook, cried, weighed myself, cried again, and finally passed out on the couch. Of course my toilets are dirty! Of course we eat takeout! Of course my baseboards are dusty! How can I possibly be expected to do all this?”
Mother watched me placidly, paintbrush in hand. Slowly she began to shake her head. “Who cares? I raised my daughters to be creative and happy, not disinfecting, baseboard washing experts…”“I had so much time before, so many possibilities stretching endlessly ahead of me. But it’s not endless. This all has an expiration date.”