“I’m a nut; I’m a nut. I go to the movie just to hold my hand. I wrap my arm around my waist, and when I get fresh I slap my face. I’m a nut.”
That is a little ditty that my Mom used to sing sometimes. I have NO idea where it came from, but it has always made me laugh! Now, while I have never wrapped my arms around my waist. I am a nut. A certifiable one.
These are just a few examples:
- Once I asked Donna how many legs a chicken has. Now, please know I was young and have a habit of talking before I think. I might add that there is a little Tom T. Hall song entitled The Song about the One-Legged Chicken that messed with my mind, but nonetheless, I did ask her.
- Recently, I wore my dress to school backwards. I promise it is not as bad as it sounds.
- About ten years ago, I was trying out a video chair in Walmart as possible gifts for Donna’s boys. It collapsed jerking me backwards and sprawled out in the middle of isle five! Donna was of no help. She was doubled over about to split her gut laughing at me even though I was checking out the chairs as possible presents for her boys
- There has been more than one year in which I have swigged a cup of hot pink vinegar water. You see I often do things like Mom did. She always used coffee cups, food dye, and vinegar water to dye Easter eggs. I love hot tea, and I drank it morning, noon, and night. You can imagine my facial expressions and the laughs of those watching as I have run to the sink more to spit it out! I need to find a cup that does not resemble the rest of the Easter-egg-dying mugs.
Yep, I am a nut, a loon, and a goofball all rolled into one. It used to really bother me because I tried to be perfect seeking the acceptance of others. When that did not happen, I felt inadequate and frankly at times a failure.
The book Jesus Calling helped me understand. Day after day, Sarah Young shares how much God loves us all. She provides scripture after scripture to explain how we are designed with weaknesses so that we can dependent on God more and more. I learned how to focus less on my imperfections, but rather to gear my thoughts on serving others through His love. Reading my Bible daily, has changed my life.
Sunday is a most glorious holy-day! Easter. I have so many wonderful memories of dying eggs, eating coconut bunny cakes, four lavender Easter dresses, and worshiping a risen Savior!
How incredible to think the depths of God’s love. He sent Jesus, His one and only Son, to earth. Jesus was betrayed by his own people. They spit on him, beat him, and hung him on a cross to die for me. For me–to take away my sins, so that I could have an everlasting-life!
What a wonderful feeling to know that I am so cared for that I can accept a free gift of love from God to become His child. He created me, forgives me of my shortcomings, and probably smiles at my goofiness. And as I strive to serve Him, I choose to believe he often thinks “she’s my kind of girl”.
I serve a Risen Savior. He’s in the world today.
I know that He is living, whatever men may say.
He Lives; He lives. Christ Jesus lives today.
Giggling, my mind drifted to the stickers the girls stuck not only on the two dozen, pre-boiled eggs but on the hotel furniture as well. Then, I laughed out loud at myself for struggling to blow out those egg yolks into the toilet, which left me staggering light-headedly down for hours! I shook my head at the thought of stains left on the carpet from paint. All because I thought egg dye would be too messy!