My Husband--The Perfect Man
Did You Buy Donuts?
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There is a blurb at the end of some detective stories that say the story you have just watched is fictional and has no connection to real life. Let us say this may have happened today.
An event in life occurred that left me baffled and wondering about that ole human nature.
“Aren’t you going to cook donuts this morning?” someone asks.
“Donuts?”
“Yeah donuts, I asked you to get donuts yesterday.” (Canned cinnamon rolls.)
“I told you, I forgot to buy them yesterday since I was in a strange store and did not see them”
“The store is not strange.”
“I also told you that my heart was not into shopping and so I did not care to spend anymore time shopping than I had too.”
“Why not?”
“ I am sorry, there are no donuts.”
“Why not, I asked you to get them.”
Few whispered cuss words from the "disgruntled disappointed because there is no donuts" person.
“Face it there are no donuts this morning—try this cinnamon roll cereal I bought for you thinking you would like that.”
Turning to teenager in room, “Alex, call your mom and ask her to buy some donuts on the way here.”
“No don’t do that! Boy someone is grumpy this morning”—(referring to the person who did not buy the donuts yesterday.)
Shaking her head, someone is thinking, “How old is this person? Donuts, some people are facing major heavy-duty problems in their life and all we are dealing with is NO DONUTS!” Lord have mercy on us!!
Thank God, this conversation ended as the other someone set down to eat the new cereal.
Moral of story—when you are suffering, COMFORT FOOD is as important as air—I know as I have done my share of hunting down the right craved for food when I was emotionally down. Since donut hungry person was sleeping on couch this morning, non-buying donut person knew this person had a rough night. Thank God sanity and the Holy Spirit reigned in human nature and all ended without further ‘what duh-conversation.’
No names were mentioned to protect the innocent.
Oop la dey, oop la da life goes on now, la-la-la life goes on. Hope this helps all the rest of you living an ordinary crazy human life in an extraordinary world. Boy the stories we could all share. Love to all and laugh more than you cry.
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About the Author
Born the youngest of nine children, raised VERY Catholic across the street from our church and school—Mom and Dad led by example and word their FAITH in God and saw to it that I was given 12 years of Catholic Education. (Mount St. Mary’s Academy/1965)
But, most importantly, because of my parents’ spiritual renewal after attending Cursillo Weekends, I too went on a retreat at our beloved Subiaco Abbey in Arkansas and there, at age 20, gave my life totally, surrendering all to my Lord and best Friend. This was my “Pentecostal” event that left me, like all the early Christians, on fire with God’s love and forever changed.
My husband Robert and I have been married for 50 this year in a marriage arranged by God. We have 8 children, two in heaven, 24 grandchildren, and 15 great-grandchildren. The story of our life together can be found in a book titled “My Journey, My Cross-As the Journals End,” published by Westbow Press . Our life together has been one awesome up and down roller coaster ride which enriched my heart with so many of the gifts of the Holy Spirit. I have found that the only way, Wisdom, Understanding, Words of Knowledge, Discernment, and Healing can be received is first by experiencing in your life the hurts of others. (and you yourself a sword will pierce)* so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.” Luke 2 v 35.
God has blessed me also many other talents and skills--but sometimes, blessings/gifts can and have caused problems or conflict in my life, as I am human and all too quickly that part of me shows up. Thank You God that You also show up!
Because of the many ways that He has rescued me, and taught me through my trials and tribulations and continuous cries for “Help”--- a weekly podcast radio show called “It’s Me, God” can still be found on www.radiotitans.com
