The Rest of the Story…

OK, so there’s more to yesterday’s blog post than I told you.
I may have been holding out on you a little, but I’m coming clean now…
We all know that God’s timing is amazing, and his sense of humor…well… is out of this world. (ok that’s weak, but it will work for now) But for him to do this is bordering on ornery…

If you haven’t read yesterday’s post, “Nice Chair,” you may want to do that before reading this, (but I’m sure that if you can operate a computer, your mind functions pretty well, and you have already done that.)

…Before knocking on Vic and Arlene’s door I put my cell phone on vibrate (it’s the considerate thing to do before any visit) and then put it in my left front pocket, like always.

So I’m sitting in Vic’s chair -- Vic is on the Sofa -- and Arlene is sitting in her “new” chair. It’s important, if you are going to understand our conversation, to note that this is a farm family.

Vic, Arlene, and I talked about family and how blessed our families are. We shared with each other about how much we love Sunshine, and how we enjoy being part of such a wonderful church family.
Then our conversation changed, and we started talking about snakes… not people that are considered snakes that
would be gossip…
We started talking about the real snakes, and how many they’ve seen on the farm, and they’ve seen a lot.
Arlene said “I always see snakes between the house and the garage, and I get a little concerned that one day I’m going to find one in the house.” Ok, I don’t care if you’re “weak” or a “manly–man” that just makes your skin crawl a little, not much, but a little. It’s not like they live in a snake infested shack, they have a beautiful farm house. but now the thought is planted, “snakes”! (What’s that rubbing against your foot while you’re reading this? Just kidding.)

Our conversation about snakes went on for about ten or fifteen minutes -- and they are sharing some pretty creepy stories. Then Arlene begins to tell a story about a snake that she saw in the barn that had gotten down in the big tracks that the barn doors open and close on. She said “it looked like it had just eaten something because it had a big bulge in its stomach.” Then she went on to say that “it was really big and all curled around the tracks of the door.” Right then my phone began to vibrate in my pocket! I jumped, grabbed my leg, and for a split-second I thought a snake was in my pocket. We got a pretty good laugh out of that, and then we changed the subject, thankfully.

My God has incredible timing, and a great sense of humor! I hope you know him like that as well. I openly admit that he is so much more to me that humorous; He is Life, and the only reason worth living! But he is pretty funny from time to time as well.
So, do you want to know who the phone call was from that scared me half-to-death? Get over it…