contentment is…………………chumming on frosted animal crackers and blue boar after midnight while the heat from the woodstove wanders into the office and puts the chill to rest. laughter really is good medicine…..along with the f.a.c. and b.b. sometimes i just can’t seem to figure out where i fit in. or that i even want to fit in. actually, i don’t ever really fit in, and that’s about where i want to be. not that i’m a “loner”, but you know, dottie, if the speedo fits, wear it. sometimes i think i’m like paul, sort of a when in rome thing; but other times i’m like ike, standing on the outside peering in, knowing they aren’t going to let me in, but staying where i can keep my eye on them anyway.
i never had a best friend in school. i just sort of knew everyone. i liked to be the funny one, cuz making people laugh was, well, good medicine……….for me. growing up without a dad around, i lived with an emptiness left by the lack of a father’s affection. then i went on the search. i found some rather shoddy substitutes for that four-letter-word some of us have gone looking for in all the wrong places. not knowing how to relate to, first off, myself. then to my Creator. then to anyone else who I happened upon. the bottom line here is that God knows me from the beginning. all beginnings. He is my Father. my loving Father. my trustworthy Friend. He will never leave me or forsake me. He helps me to laugh at myself when i need to. it’s a good thing. a secure thing. a slice of contentment.
