Getting tickled on Tuesday
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Everything seems funny to me right now. I must be tired.
Isn't this funny? If you have 11 months, I can walk you to California. I like the trophies Fitbit sends but it took a while to get 750 miles.
Yeah we know who'll win that tug-a-war.
But seriously, I have just had the best time talking tonight - first with my daughter who got to Montana on Sunday and went to work on Monday. And my best friend who is also a Sparkperson of note.
The funniest conversation I had was with DH . I mowed neighbors acreage with the tractor while DH was putting an electric fence around the garden at the old house. When we went to vote and out to dinner, it was not working. But after dropping me off at the new house, he went back over to the old house to check it out. Of course, my dear neighbor came out to help. And they spent the evening getting shocked and laughing about it. I can just see them standing out in the files getting shocked and asking each other "Was it good for you?" My neighbor told DH that he bet it would really shock if he put his tongue on it. I am surprised they didn't try it. (This is the same neighbor who told me opossums mate through the nose.) My good friend as well as Spark friend told me she was riding a horse when it ran into an electric fence. Now, cows go backward when they hit the fence but horses go forward as fast as they can like running from a demon. And that was her last ride.
He fills his hands with lightning and commands it to strike its mark.
He unleashes his lightning beneath the whole heaven and sends it to the ends of the earth.
He loads the clouds with moisture; he scatters his lightning through them.
Do you know how God controls the clouds and makes his lightning flash?
What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed, or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?
Do you send the lightning bolts on their way? Do they report to you, 'Here we are'?
God bless us with the faith to know You know how to command and unleash the lightning while we settle for our little lightning in the form of fences.