Find a Secretary

Puck was busy karate slicing all objects in eye’s sight…

“Slice!… Slice! Slice!”

In between catching glimpses of afternoon innings, Puck and I continued our activities on a mildly cool October afternoon. Later, when I brushed out my hair, Puck looked at it admiringly, and took a handful of it in his still lightly chubby fist..

“Your hair is beautiful, Mom,” he said sweetly.

Because Friday night is now Thursday night until they suck in a replacement for the office administrator position, I allowed Puck his first taste at a modern release of “The Little Princess” over a serving of salted popcorn. He was pretty fascinated by the imagery of India and fantastical stories, and I hadn’t noticed his expression for awhile until almost the end when Sarah is torn away from her father by the police…

“Oh!” he half-shouted aloud. “What is wrong?! I’m getting all teary!”

The poor chap had drops spilling out of the corners of his eyes. We talked briefly about compassion and emotions. I think he got it.

Thought of the Day

Sometimes I wonder about this presentation of unadulterated happiness in Heaven, or the new heavens and the new earth. I wonder if the saints currently witness this sprawling ant-tunnel-society linear version of history and the future, the present, and shed a few tears here and there for the state of loved ones “down there”. Granted, verses such as “wipe away all tears”, etc., immediately come to mind. But then again, God’s wrath and sorrow are still evident throughout our timeline. So they have to work together somehow, of course, these antagonist emotions. Maybe it’s all this “wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff” that convolutes this paradox of what can happen where and why and how long.