“I’m Sorry, It just ‘popped’ out!’

~The Abashed Miss Steele (Sense and Sensibility)


You know how it is….your going about your ordinary-everyday….stuff, when something that has been nagging you in the back of your mind jumps to the forefront and shouts, “HERE I AM!”. That’s when I usually think I’ve connected the dots between two separate coincidences. In that moment I just know that I’ve just aced Sherlock Holmes. And everybody knows a Sherlock need his Watson to “reveal all” to.  And really, it’s not hard to find a woman who isn’t all ears…because that’s one of our strong and weak points. In this case it’s the latter.

Today it happened to me while I was playing piano. I don’t know, it could have been just procrastination, but I could have sworn a little bulb appeared above my head. I wonder if….That would explain *random incident #1* and *completely different incident #2*! I jumped up to see if any other females in the household had come to the same conclusion (surely they had!) but caught myself just before blurting out my worthless piece of non-information.

It’s just easy, isn’t it? One of my brother’s mottoes is “Don’t gossip!”, even though he doesn’t know it. It’s the piece of advice (putting it lightly) that I will probably always remember. What I had to say had no foundation save some unlucky chance and a worried conclusion.

Sometimes we just have to put a clamp over our mouths, but that’s so hard to do because I still think it. It’s a battle of the mind with consequences in the mouth. Imaginations gone wild, how to tame them?

But I find it hard to entertain those thoughts when I settle in with my Savior. In the light of His truth it’s so hard to keep thinking of things that have a very random possibility of being true….no matter how much I want to be prepared.

“What if she said that because she wanted me to catch on to…..”
“Kattyrae.”
“Or perhaps she said that because last week he….”

Kattyrae.”
I know!!! It must be that…”
“Kattyrae.”
“What?”
“CEASE striving and know that I AM GOD……”

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