Funny

P 3085 Dust? … Anyone?

/ DVH

“The first one, (Adam) made from dust, has a race of people just like him, who are also made from dust. The One sent from heaven has a race of heavenly people who are just like Him. Once we carried the likeness of the man of dust, but now let us carry the likeness of the Man of heaven.” 1 Corinthians 15:48-49 TPT. (Just keep reading I do have a point!)

I have had dust on the brain recently, what with spring cleaning, and finding cobwebs in my own life in unexpected places. Then hubby found this verse in his daily readings and we both had a good laugh. Laughter really is good for all of us, especially if we can laugh at ourselves. So we hit a joy bubble together and laughed way out beyond the reality of whatever was supposedly funny and … felt much better.

Apparently people much smarter than I am, suggest that if you are struggling with depression or anxiety, watching a marathon of movies that you know can make you laugh can help. They suggested the Three Stooges – which made me doubt the accuracy of their prescription … mainly because I don’t find the Three Stooges even remotely funny. I’m not into physical gags. I find people having pianos dropped on their heads hard to watch!

Back to today’s verse, because inheriting and sorting out other people’s old things has been part of my day for weary weeks now. My take on what these verses are saying goes like this: If you want Adam for an ancestor more dust awaits you. Ya might want to think about that! You could definitely need one of those dust-buster gizmos they sell for $59.99 on TV. On a good TV advertising day you can get two for the price of one. My question is — why not sell ONE for thirty bucks and be done with it? ps maybe you need two because the one you start with will kark it and then, the other one will come in handy? Or you can always give the extra one to your mother-in-law. I’m allowed to tell M-I-L jokes – I ARE one. Splendid! Now there’s Christmas sorted. I am so-oo-oo helpful!

Did you read the next line in that scripture? I underlined it so it would stand out! “The One sent from heaven has a race of heavenly people who are just like Him.”  I underlined that bit because it serves my point. I know HEAPS of people who aren’t like Him and sadly, they dusty-up the church in this world all over the place. At the same time they also obscure other people’s view of what Jesus actually looks like! I’ve been in a dust storm – you can’t see a thing! Dust, BTW, in the Lord’s hands can be useful stuff – Jesus once wrote in it and saved a woman’s life. 

Meanwhile our churches need some of those dust-busters because we’ve forgotten where we came from — we are dust-free simply because of what HE did. Before we met Jesus we used to be Pig-pen … see picture above. But now we have been bought back from that dirty dusty scenario to live in the freedom and light that surrounds our Saviour, Jesus. Our job is to carry around His likeness wherever we go. No more cloudy nasty dust for us – it only makes people allergic to us! But that kind of cleanliness and clarity won’t fall on us – we will have to choose it. 

I have included this next testimony purely because it was not me that suffered through it. My hubby was on the phone for an hour and a half yesterday to Centrelink  – listening to truly awful music … who picks that stuff and where do they live? I want to disconnect their CD player right away – I may even jump on it! … An-y-wa-y he rang Centrelink to tell them that they had paid my mother her pension, and as she is no longer with us, he wanted to ask them, how could we give back those extra $$s? 

When hubby finally did get to speak to someone – hours later! The guy at the other end of the phone was gobsmacked by our honesty. Apparently nobody wants to give money back anymore, they usually have to chase after a person if the extra cash wasn’t theirs in the first place.. No wonder the government has no spare money for poor people to buy bread and milk! And now comes the kingdom of God angle…

… this young man then explained the money was actually legally ours. Colour me astonished! I can’t be bothered here explaining why here, because it isn’t worth the space, but no bill collectors will be knock knock knocking on our door. Praise the Lord!

I wanted to use this illustration to show the difference between dusty people and heavenly people — it’s the way they live and act. Dusty people attract dirt, cobwebs, spiders, and other nasty creepy critters… BUT … the people who choose to live in His light, attract other people who are out there looking for the light! Let’s go! Let’s live this life we have been given, carrying the light of heaven wherever we go. 

How do we do that? Easy peasy. Live in His love. I am not good at it, yet …I freely admit that. But when I get done and dusted, (teehee) I get up again – that’s the secret! We will all get it wrong … and then we repent, and repair relationships, and deliberately go back to our precious Saviour and let Him further transform our lives with His redemptive love. We will end up thanking Him all over again for saving us from the never-ending dust piles of this life…as we choose to carry the light of His love and forgiveness out into this world. Bye. 👋

P 2280 Have you ever had one of those…

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…days, weeks, months … years? Yeah us too. I had an argument with our stairs …and lost!  I fractured my right humerus by breaking the head of that bone clean off and fracturing it to boot – I’ve found out that it may be called a humerus, but there ain’t nothing funny about it. 🤪 Meanwhile we are not sleeping all that well at our house. My accidental trip UP the stairs ‘doth murder sleep!’ (Macbeth) Yeah, I know it is traditional to fall downstairs – I am a non-conformist!

The pain meds I have to take have started to produce an odd side effect. With the onslaught of nightfall I begin to twitch – a sight to behold. I know, ew! What a ghastly thought! Restless legs I believe it’s called. Have you ever watched a cat that is watching something else moving? The tip of their tail twitches from side to side. Well that kind of strange little pantomime is taking place at our house at bedtime. I settle down to sleep, so does hubby, then my legs give an involuntary twitch and bingo bongo, I’m wide awake again. So, BTW is my poor dead tired hubby! It is never boring at our house.

Lemme tell you, when we are often least equipped to do it, we can really give the whole ‘ˆbearing with one another in love’ biblical instruction a huge work out. This twitching stuff goes on for hours! Hubby is such a patient man. Those of you who have ever had to immobilise a limb for one reason or another, would also know that when it comes time to mobilise said limb again, it protests very loudly indeed.  Who knew that our limbs have a mind of their own? Not me!! 😳 It gives a whole new meaning to the old adage – use it or lose it.

My dear fella, who has a very sharp mind normally, is so brain fogged he is struggling to know what day it is. He is my full-time carer, and recently he has had to be a full-time nurse to me as well. And no! That is definitely not the same thing. All this stuff happened to me, the day after he just finished his hand rehab after his thumb operation. So there have been a number of times when we’ve both needed a full-time carer! Fortunately, our family has been incredibly kind and helpful. But at 2.00 am, sadly … they no longer live at our house. I bet they’re glad about that!

Fun fact: after nearly three weeks, everything we’ve needed to manage these injuries has started to migrate, all by itself … secretly … under cover of darkness, sneaking downstairs into the only room I can live in. Our bedroom. It’s a wee bit crowded, and it is kind of a pity the refrigerator and stove simply won’t fit, so they feel a bit left out! Our main bedroom is now like a game of tetris – hubby moves one bit to one side to fit in something else. You literally cannot go to the loo without moving something!

Over the years I’ve discovered my dear husband is a devoted ‘piler.’ He loves to pile various items in a heap, planning to take these things that need to go from one room to another, so he can cleverly take more than one thing at a time, thereby saving his energy. The other day, right after hubby said ‘hi’ to a nice lady who knocked at our door, he immediately started to throw things piled up near the front door out onto the porch. 

She was startled to say the least. Then he totally aced that ‘startled’ by chucking everything from the porch into our front yard! She kind of scurried about doing her job after that – maybe she thought she’d be next! 🤪 Just to reassure you, those items did eventually find their way into the rubbish/recycling bins later on that day. 

Breaking a limb can sort of have its funny side. I will skip over the part about taking a shower inside a plastic poncho, while washing your hair with one hand … well we were instructed not to get the sling wet! Who knows why – maybe the sling will dissolve? Maybe I will?! 😳   Wrapping up your upper arm and shoulder in plastic is no mean feat – meanwhile water is a cunning substance, it finds any holes!  I shall quickly and quietly draw a curtain over all those thoughts, otherwise you might need to poke out your mind’s eye with a sharp stick!

To conclude this blog about things you should never have to do after you have fallen up stairs and bounced your way to the bottom – I will leave you with this final thought… “love bears all things, hopes all things … love never fails..” Just because life gets difficult that doesn’t mean we can skip the love part. But it sure does makes life interesting. Spare a thought for my dear beleaguered hubby who has chosen to love me through this fascinating chapter of our lives together. Bye from the bird with a broken wing! 👋🏻