Me, Myself and I...

When I was much younger (yeah, I can remember that far back) I used to say a silly little ditty... "I love myself, I love me so... I took myself to the picture show. I put my arm around my waist... I got so fresh, I slapped my face!" Okay, it's more than silly, huh?  Well, that was back in the 'silly days'.  Now I'm all grown up, so to speak.  Grown up in ever so many ways...but oh so young and silly in just as many ways! I'm smiling.  You might say I'm a part of the jet set...the poorer kind, that is!  I travel around the world in jets but never in the business class or even more jet setter...never in first class!  I must admit I'd love to make those horribly long flights to and from China in those wonderful, roomy seats but oh wow...that's enough money to pay for about four of our economy flights.  I'm smiling. I've lived in all types of homes, apartments and RV's...teeny to large, new to built in 1859's.  One bedrooms to five...one story to four stories.  Even lived in a pink German house...woohoo! M and I began our life together in a little cracker box...and it seems we will end our life together in a little cottage. I'm smiling. When I met Michael I wasn't yet a Christian...all my life I was faithfully in worship and bible classes but I was so shy I couldn't force myself to be immersed before such a crowd of people!  Silly but back then that's when it seemed proper to 'do it'.  One night I braced myself and forced my sister to be my partner and we shook up front together...(hey, I'm a coward).  M picked me up afterwards 'cause he was working and didn't get off early enough and the two of us floated away on cloud nine...ooh, we were in total love! I'm smiling. Now, I seem to find myself smiling more and more...and it's about God, my wonderful Father.  I think of how much He loves and cares for me...me!  Me, the one who has been so terribly rebellious at times...too often to mention.  Me, the one who won't talk to Him when I'm angry or disappointed.  Me, the one who too many times tuck Him away when around someone I really want to 'impress'. Why should He, how could He be so caring, so forgiving, so...everything? When you read God's Word, you must constantly be saying to yourself, ''It is talking to me, and about me''. Soren Kierkegaard He's the one I think so much about these days...I'm constantly saying to myself... 'He's talking to me; He's talking about me' and... Hey, this piece could go on and on...maybe I'll carry some over to the next post...yes? I'm smiling...I'm smiling! From my heart, to yours