My Best Friend Knows Everything

This morning I was driving home at 5:15 am, after just dropping off Biceps for another long day at the Fire Academy. The roads are pretty bare this time of morning and there’s really nothing on the radio-I think the DJ’s are sleeping the night off.

I’m left alone in my silence. I love silence.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good party and I love to entertain. But, I crave silence especially in the morning.

When I get home, the day is still dark, the dogs in my neighborhood aren’t barking (yet) and the birds haven’t even begun to sing. My phone isn’t chiming at me and my inbox is still manageable.

It’s the perfect time to talk to my best friend. And he knows EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING.

Example:

Me: “You know God, I’m really concerned about my friend X.”
God: “Yeah, me too.”
Me: “I think what’s she going through is going to be really hard on her kids. It may affect them forever.”
God: “I know. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
Me: “So, what should we do?”
God: “Well, I need you to be a friend to her, encourage her and pray for her. Jesus, the Holy Spirit and I will take care of the rest. I have a plan.”
Me: “What’s your plan?”
God: “Rebekah, quit being so nosy.”

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After talking about the serious stuff for awhile, then He and I get into a lot of joking. Did you know that GOD created humor? That means He’s the funniest person/being that I know.

Example:

Me: “So, God-what do you have for me to do today?”
God: (in a deep announcer’s voice) “Are you ready for this?”
Me: “Sure.”
God: “I can’t hear you! Are you ready for this?”
Me: “YEAH!”

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*Cue the angels playing “Are you Ready for this”.
*Cue smoke and lights.
*Cue God laughing and dancing wildly with arms over his head.
*Cue me joining in and wishing God gave me the ability to dance better.

Phew. After that kind of a workout, we both sit down and rest a bit.

Me: “That was awesome. So what do you want me to do today?”
God: “Keep visiting with me, and I’ll let you know. But for now, have you called your mother?”
Me: “Oops. It’s past 7, isn’t it? With all that dancing, time got away from me.”
God: “Tell her I said, ‘Hi’ and she’s one of my favorites.”
Me: “Will do, God. Thanks. I love you.”
God: “Oh, Rebekah-you have no idea how much I love you. You are one of my favorites, too.”
Me: “Ah…I bet you say that to all the ladies, don’t you?”
God: “Yep, and to all the men.”
Me: “God, you are pretty awesome.”
God: “I know.”

He really does know everything.

Maxwell’s New Friend

A new dog moved into the neighborhood. He is big and black and a little rough around the edges. Let’s just say, you don’t win me over Mr. New Dog when you dig underneath the fence and into my squash plants. You are on a slippery slope, New Dog.

For some reason, New Dog and Max have seemed to come to an agreement that they like each other. After a few hours of hissing, arched backs and fluffy tails, I finally calmed down and let the two be.

They will spend hours, paws outstretched, touching each other through the chain link fence.

New dog has no idea he’s not supposed to be friends with kitty cats.

They pay no mind to the mocking squirrels. They do what’s in their heart. They follow their heart.

And, they love. My mind is singing, “Ebony and Ivory” all the while. It’s a beautiful moment. *Sniff.

Have a Best Friend?

This may be totally gratuitous, but I feel something needs to be said.
I have great examples of women who love their husbands, however I’ve overheard others say they may not quite be “in love” anymore. I don’t know what’s going on there, but I am choosing to stay in love. Till death do us part.
I’ve learned that you can either praise or raze your husband-it’s up to you. And I’m not perfect-trust me-oh baby, trust me. But I try.

So, I think it’s time to praise our husbands.
They have an enormous amount of pressure to provide for their families (I know some of us women work, too). They may feel tempted to keep up with the Jones’, they may at times worry if they can be both masculine and sensitive, and they wonder if they’ll ever be able to understand our every need and be able to aptly read our minds.
And they try to always listen to us the moment we want to be listened to, even if OU is playing OSU.

 
So, let’s hear it for the husbands that understand our “crazies”, our cravings and our cats.

Take this guy for example. He’s really cute, right? (Well, you don’t have to agree with me, that’s ok.) But what I love about him is that he can be so good looking and then not be afraid to do something like this…

 

…which makes him look completely ridiculous. And he does it just to make me laugh.
I bet you have some examples of things your hubby does just to make you laugh.

 

So, sing for joy when they are willing to dress up and embarrass themselves with a ridiculous costume year after year for your Christmas cards. (Even though deep down you know they truly enjoy it.)

 

Let’s cheer on our men when they do listen to us and react in such a way that you know they thought what “she said to you was just ridiculous and can you believe that of all people, she wore that to the function…I mean really, pink and red together with her skin combination?! Can you believe it?”

 

And they hold our coffees and our purses why we find a hair tie to tame the wild mane so that we can shoot another picture of the ocean.

 

And if they allow your weird decorations to ride around on their dash or take over the dining room table in their house, then you know you’ve got a good one.
Don’t ever let go. That is your best friend.

I need a Haircut.

Dear Readers-
In the midst of going on tour, coming home from tour, decorating for Christmas, prepping for my sweet mother-in-law to stay for a month, a nephew being born and making presents…I have neglected something far too long.

And I think it’s about time you knew. This is getting absolutely ridiculous. I need a haircut.

This lady on my left is my BFF Cynthia. Even she said that I need a haircut.
But I still think I could go another few months, perhaps.
It is obvious that I need something to help with my frizzies, I know. I received many great ideas in my post, Hair Issues.

So, ignore my weird arm positioning and the frizzies-to focus on the length of my hair….any thoughts on that?

Love-Rebekah the hairy one.