Three sisters, ages 92, 94, and 96, live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts one foot in and pauses. She yells down the stairs, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?”
The 94-year-old yells back, “I don’t know. I’ll come up and see.” She starts up the stairs and pauses. Then she yells out, “Was I going up the stairs or down?”
The 92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea and listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, “I sure hope I never get that forgetful.” She knocks on wood for good measure. She then replies, “I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who’s at the door.”
I love this joke. I don’t know who wrote it, but thank you.
I am not as old as these ladies, but I feel this way about this blog sometimes. I don’t know which direction I am going. I wonder where I’ve been and where I am going with it.
Am I alone?
I love doing because I believe God gave it to me as an assignment. So, I am praying for direction and focus. I will keep writing while I wait for Him to answer.
My posts may bounce around like ping pong balls. God can do whatever He pleases with them. My job and every Christian’s job is to be obedient.
Here I am, Lord. Don’t know whether I am getting in or out of the tub, or going up or down the stairs, or if I should answer the door or not, but I will keep pushing these keys till you tell me to stop.