Enemy and Teenager – synonymous, right?

Pretty sure not everyone is going to survive the teenage years in our house hold.
 The Apostle Paul, in his letter to the Romans, gives us examples on how we are to treat our enemies and the importance of love and peace.  I always think “enemy” is such an extreme word, as who truly has “enemies” anymore? It’s a bit antiquated to me. Applicable when Nations are at War (kill or be killed), or back in the day of Blood feuds, like Montagues and Capulets. Avenge death. Mortal enemies.
Then, introduce the TEENAGER, (God’s test):
…When questions are answered with a snide, “Obviously.  What did you think?  Can’t you see with your own eyes?  You should just know without asking me.”
…or requests receive response of, “Not right now.  Later.” and closing bedroom door to end conversation.  (sometimes right in your face.)
The battle of the teenager vs. the Parent.  I never realized that “enemy” could actually apply to your own offspring, whom you love regardless.  BUT, there’s not so much peace goin’ on?  Prayin’ for lots of it.  (and wine, copious glasses of wine?) 🍷🤪

Rebel Lion

Ever find yourself on autopilot…

 pausing while reading…

Wait a minute.   Back up.  What was that?

Do Not harden your hearts as in the rebel - 
lion, on the day of testing in the wildner - 
ness, - Hebrews 2:8

A Rebel Lion?

What’s a rebel lion?


Rephrasing it…A Lion in Rebellion…what does that mean?  I’m going to have to look up commentary on that.  Ohhh, Rebellion.  (hahahah)  Good thing I didn’t read that aloud with my small group.  Okay, this is in reference to when God had Moses lead the Jewish people out of bondage and into the wilderness.  And they complained about their conditions.

But I can’t think further about this, because cue in David Bowie’s, Rebel Rebel…and I’m singing away.  (Do Do Do Do…Do-do-doooododo.)  Just another snap-shot of what’s going on in my mind, while I try to read the Bible. So, I need to get it out of my system so that I can move forward with my reading.  And now…you’ll have this in your brain too…you’re welcome.  At least it’s a good tune!  I love me some David Bowie.  Jesus and David Bowie.  Where else are you going to find this combination other than my blog?

For those that might take offense, just change the words.  “You find yourself in the wil-der-ness, and everything seems to be a mess…hot child, the Lord, loves you so…do,do,do..do”

I Spy

“Hey!” Mira, excited for her first mission, anxiously sat down next to her contact.  She heard him exhale with exasperation, “Don’t look at me. We don’t know each other, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” To her dismay, nerves got the better of her, and she erupted into quiet giggles, which she quickly stifled with a cough. “No longer looking at you, but straight ahead. Wow, there are a lot of people! Are they offering a free buffet?”

Her contact ignored her last question and dove right to the point,
“Keep you eye open for a male, about 6′ 2…and”

“That’s it?”

“Let me finish. They call him the Albino. So very fair skinned. Since Albinos have an extreme sensitivity to the sun, he’ll probably be wearing ample coverage, such as long sleeves and hat, sun glasses…”

“…Well, that’s half the people in line.”

“Again. Stop and listen. The latest intelligence tells us he is traveling with someone. We don’t have much data, except the companion is female. This might be a challenging task.”

Just then, an amp, on the boat deck, cackled and hissed as it was turned on and someone grabbed a microphone. “Good afternoon, today we have a treat for you! Sunnie, is a flamenco dancer, and will be performing shortly. She’ll set this place ablaze. But don’t worry, we call her our safety girl, because she bought 10 bottles of 80 SPF lotion to share.”

Mira’s contact eagerly leaned forward, “I believe we just marked the AC.” and at seeing Mira’s questioning face, sighed, “The Albino’s companion. What do you want to bet…he’s somewhere on that crowded deck? Come on, where are you? Got ’em 3:00.”  Mira looked at her watch, “We are going to capture him in 10 minutes?”

“What? NO! Location! Your 3:00.”  Mira began scanning the left side of the boat deck, when her companion spit out, “Try. Looking. On. The. RIGHT. Side.”  Behind the National flags, there was a man wearing a wide brim cowboy hat and long-sleeved flannel shirt on a hot day, “Oh, I see him. But he’s no longer at 3:00. In fact, he’s exiting onto the dock now.”

Mira turned to discover her contact had already left.

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