“ I just think it would be the greatest tragedy to have to kiss a boring man” 

I almost did clumsy nose dive into the sink of dirty dishes I was washing. Its not every day you hear a close friend utter such a mind-boggling statement. She was quite serious too.

 Despite that fact, I laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed until I was bent over, trying to breathe in the air that wasn’t there anymore.

 The statement had come popping out in the middle of an frustrated rant on God’s inevitable choice of her future partner.

Most likely He would choose someone solid and good. Someone entirely lacking in color. Besides, she reasoned, those were the only guys that would ever fall for her anyways.

I laughed, wheezed, and ran to write down the quote in my journal. And our chat continued as we finished the supper dishes.

While I do think she might need to reevaluate her definition of “the greatest tragedy”, I heard her. No, I don’t worry about kissing boring men—never have, and, hopefully, never will need too. Other things keep me awake at night. But they follow the same thought pattern.

At times, at least to me,  life seems far too much like one of those big toy machines at the mall. The big square plastic boxes filled with stuffed animals. They were the big thing when I was a kid.

You would put  two dollars in the slot and then attempt to maneuver the long arm inside the box, trying to snag the cute stuffed bear at the back. Those things are dream killers for a five year old.

For some reason it always grabs the sick looking, hot pink toy alien at the front and plops it neatly down the slot into your waiting arms. I hate those things. At least with a gum ball machine you know your going to get your gum.

Sometimes, just like a five year old, we dare to dream and our eyes sparkle with the possibilities.

Then, plut, ploop, smash……

….. life comes with its big clumsy arm and grabs an hideous looking situation and plops it down—squishing our silly hopes to nothing.  So we learn, like I did, to stay away from those big toy machines. Don’t even look at them, cause you know that those cute little teddies are only there to entice you into giving up another two dollars.

So we trade in our dreams for what we call reality.

And we become afraid that we will only get to kiss boring men
and be stuck with hot pink aliens for the rest of our lives.

tragic…

 

 “There is no fear in love: but perfect love casts out fear: because fear is agony….God is love and he that abides in love abides in God….……casting all your cares upon him, for you are his charge…..and he fed them according to the integrity of his heart; and guided them by the skillfulness of his hands. ….And the Lord direct your hearts in the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ …..For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even unto death