As I lay in bed last night tossing in the waves of frustration, the Puck that appeared was not a mischievous sprite but rather the literal bouncing around of ideas and thoughts in my mind. These involved the various events of the day which I will not elaborate on; suffice it to say that we had great expectations for yesterday, none of which came to fruition.
I sneaked a look at the clock – almost midnight. I heard it begin to rain, first softly and then it poured.
I had a wonderful idea, a wild idea - the best idea ever! (Remember it was late and I was tired! J )
Why not go and stand outside in the rain and in a grand prophetic gesture ask God to wash the day’s frustrations from me.
I may well have done this but for the mind’s eye movie clip which followed this idea:
Me: “A grand prophetic gesture to wash away today’s frustrations.”
My Man: “Of course. Do you know what time it is?”
Me: “Grand prophetic gestures do not heed time.”
My Man: “Well, ok, then.” (Departs stage left shaking head)
I decided that I would not wake my man from defending castles and slaying dragons (although his dreams are more likely to be about winning the lotto and rescuing the world with the proceeds), besides there would be wet clothes and wet hair and really, did I need that at something after midnight? So instead I muttered something like “I really don’t want to post mortem my day anymore Father, help!”
This morning, the lesson I have learnt, is that God is quite capable of using a mosquito to distract one from thinking too much.