Must'nt Point!

Company, we had company and it occurred to me that I haven't emphasized the importance of not pointing.
When we were young, there had better have been a broken finger on you, if your pointer finger were left out, in front of the other four, for any reason. Not to Ever. I must have forgotten. It isn't everyday that we have company. I must be seeing things. That is not her pointer finger going up at the company? I said, Ev, get the gentlemen some drinks. Up went the pointer finger, "these gentleman?" {meaning her father and our company?} Yes. Needless to say, there were no other gentlemen in the room. Steam and smoke and fumes and every kind of fierce gumption, had to be held back from me, in this state.
She did not just ask me a question in response to a command. She did not just ask me a question, did she? That is not the worst of it. She POINTED HER FINGER!!!
Where is Grandma Ruth, when you need her?

On the First Monday of Unemployment...

As I stated, in another place, Mr. Allstate called goose, over my head and now I am running around the circle trying not to get tagged by..."Mayhem?" LOL
This discouragement and difficulty could make me cry again. I spent the weekend in my bed and crying and now, I am out of my bed and awakened to remember the goodness of God, even when Mr. Allstate calls "Goose".
I do remember that my job was a wrapping of my tongue and as I think about it, it seems to be that there was a swaddling cloth over my mouth, in working in claims. You must say this at that and say that at that. At first it seemed a muzzle. Perhaps it was meant to be. I wiggled and waggled and tried to get out of the muzzle and now that I am loosed from the muzzle, am I crying?

At church one Sunday, I saw a delightful tiny newborn daughter. She wiggled and waggled, in her sleep to try to loose herself from the swaddling cloths. Her daddy was right above her face. She was reaching and pushing and then when her hand was loosed from the cloth, she opened her eyes. It alarmed her. She almost cried and then, she opened her eyes and saw her daddy. Her alarm turned to a precious newborn smile. I know that God is outside of my swaddling cloths and although the alarm of having my tongue loosed from the swaddling cloth of insurance verbiage, I can see God on the other side of the cloths.

Man is made in the image of God and in as much as we are using insurance for the good of others, it is in the image of God and outside of it and above it and beyond it, is God's goodness. I see Him there, above my upsetment and concern about our provisions, waning. I see Him there, loosing me from the muzzle of verbiage and loopholes and claim status. My claim is there before Him, being interceded by the the perfect Savior and perfect advocate. No demon in Hell and no earthly concern can snatch up my soul, though it be tangled in the verbiage and the gridlocks. God is above the muzzle and He uses them as swaddling cloths on our infant souls to teach us to long for Him and His face to be above the cloths. That we may smile, as that baby girl did, in the seat in front of me, in church, when we are loosed from all of our earthly concerns and see His face smiling at us, Abba! Father!