Tell Me Your Love Story, Part II – For the Love of NO POOP

TuxOk, so I am currently living with one of my sisters and her hubby.  (Thanks Marcie and Ezra!)  It’s really cool!  I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve really enjoyed having some someone else in a home besides just me.  I’ve had some sort of roommate for the past couple of years – my friend Wave in Atlanta and now my family.  It’s great to get adjusted to not living alone, stressing about all of the decisions of the household yourself, etc.  Especially since I’d been living alone for as long as I can remember.  But I digress….

Anyway, my sis and her husband have a dog, a boston terrier named Tux (because his coloring makes him look like he’s wearing a black tuxedo w/ a white bow tie! LOL!).  Tux is a very special little man, and I use the word “man”, because we all agree that he’s really a human being trapped in a dog’s body.  If you saw the way he often pouts with his lower lip poked out or some of his cut throat facial expressions when you tell him something he “disagrees with”, you’d concur.  It’s hilarious!

I love Tux!  I really do!  He’s really so cute and just so doggone (no pun intended) human-like; it’s amazing!  So, on rare occasion, when Marcia and Ezra haven’t made it home yet (really rare occasion), I have had to take Tux out to go potty.  Now anyone who knows me has quite possibly heard me make the statement that I am too cute to pick up doggy POOP!  LOL!  I mean really!  Just something about it…  LOVE dogs!  HATE doggy POOP!  LOL!  It’s like, I don’t pick up my own poop; why would I want to pick up an animal’s poop???  (Ok, bring it back, Monica; you’re wandering away from the station. 🙂 )  As you can see even the mere thought steers me onto a different path.  So back to me and taking the little pooch for a potty break.  I remember the first time I had to take Tux out to potty.  Marcie said, he might have to “boo”.  “Ok, no problem,” I thought.  “I can do this!  I can pick up poop.  It’s just once.  I’ll be ok.”  So we get outside, he walks around a little bit, watering every tree and bush he can find, but no poop.  So we walk some more, and some more, and a little more.  Then he begins “acting a monkey” (as Marcie says; what is that really, sis? LOL).  With this I sensed he was done and it was time to go back inside.

I was SO EXCITED, people!!!  I can’t remember if I called or sent a text to my sis, but I had to brag that I did not have to pick up any poop!  I said, “God loves me, because He knows His daughter does not like to pick up poop and He didn’t make her do it.”  It was truly just a little joke at the time.  Yet at the same time, oddly enough, I really did sense a display of God’s love toward me in the midst of this tiny little, silly little idiosyncrasy that I have.  And do you know that, so far, each time I’ve walked Tux he’s NEVER POOPED on my watch!!! EVER!!!  I’m not kidding!  Not once.  Now quite possibly one day he will, and like the good “auntie” and even better sister 🙂 that I am, I’ll pick up the poop (kicking, screaming, and squirming I’m sure).  But no one will ever tell me that’s not a love story from the heavens written just for me.

I”m still waiting for your love stories.  I have received a few and a few promises for more.  Please send this post around to your girlfriends so they have another idea of the rainbow of ways we can look for and EXPECT to see God’s love displayed toward us.  Just click on the “leave a comment” link directly below this post.  This design template makes the link a bit small, so you may have overlooked it before.  The goal is to collect 52 love stories.  Can’t wait to read yours!


Tell Me Your Love Story

I write bible studies for women.  Earlier this year I was working on a lesson for a small group I was leading in Atlanta.  Our group met once a month for 9 months.  It was January.  I remember it as if January were 5 minutes ago.  The clock was ticking, reminding me that the time to distribute the February lesson to the group was at hand.  I knew the topic of study and discussion for February  was to be “Unconditional Love”, but for some reason I was having considerable difficulty pulling the lesson together.  CONSIDERABLE difficulty…  I later realized that I was having such a challenge writing the lesson simply because I still couldn’t wrap my brain around God’s unconditional love for me.

Ok, so fast forward several months, and currently I am working on a full bible study curriculum on Love.  One would think that I’d learned all about God’s love while writing the lesson in January and discussing it in February, so writing a full study on the topic should be a breeze, right?  Did you say, “right”?  You dear, dear, sweet thing….  *sigh*  Thank you for your optimism, but unfortunately, the answer is wrong.  Again I found myself in the middle of a battle.  It was as if I had ringside seats at a wrestling match between my brain and the concept of God’s love, and I was getting creamed. LOL!

So I called up my oldest sis one day, and I asked a question.  “How do you know God loves you?”  I wanted practical details.  I mean I know I woke up this morning.  I realize that should be enough, and believe me I’m thankful, but I still had to confess to her that on some days even that feels insufficient.  I know God sent His son to die for me.  Jhn 15:13 KJV says, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”  I KNOW God’s word is true.  But may I be blatantly honest here?  I don’t think about that sacrifice each and every day;do you?  I know that I should; I try to, but I often fall short.  I am completely thankful for the immense sacrifice that I know, without a doubt, I could never repay.  And although I am perfectly happy yielding my life in obedience to Him, sometimes His loving sacrifice just doesn’t cross my mind.  Sometimes the story of His sacrifice seems so far removed from my every day life, and I want to know how to see His love for me on a Monday when I wake up cranky, am having a bad hair day, and beloved pre-menstrual bloating has my stomach looking like I’m well with child.

My sis shared with me the simplest, most endearing “love story”, and it really got me to thinking.  There was a children’s book that she adored as a little girl.  She’s now a wife and mommy of 4, and she’s been looking for this book for a very long time, hoping to share it with her own children.  Unfortunately, the details she recalled about the book were too few for her to be able to search for the book online, in the library or in bookstores.  Yet she often dreamt of finding this book.  One day, her oldest daughter (my teenage niece – LAWD HAVE MERCY!!! 🙂 ) was invited to a friend’s yard sale.  She asked her mom if they could pass through, and they did.  While perusing “one man’s junk”, my sister found her treasure.  Her heavenly Father had strategically laid the book she’d been looking for for YEARS atop a basket of books just below where she was standing.  Do you smell the sweet fragrance of God’s love?  I know I did when I heard that story.

My sister called me each day for almost a week after I had that initial conversation with her.  She called to share MORE love stories.
So I  began searching my own life for everyday “love stories” from God, and I want you to do the same.  As I continue to write this bible study on love, I am collecting “love stories”, and I want to hear from you.  Send me your “love story”.  There are all sorts of things that happen amidst our daily routines that are meant to be evidence of God’s thoughtfulness and love toward us.  My goal is to receive 52 love stories, one for each week, and I need  your help to reach that goal.  Just post a comment with your name, city, and state to this blog.  Then pass it on.  Pass this post along to every girlfriend, aunt, sister, cousin and co-worker and challenge them to post a love story.  I look forward to hearing from you!

P.S. Humorous stories are always welcome! 🙂

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