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By Danielle King
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I’m afraid I’ve been rather lax this week. I put it down to the chesty cold I’ve had. I’m usually a very reliable and punctual person and would never let anyone down without good cause. However, my visitor has passed by several times this week, and not once have I been smart enough to catch him.
Today will be different. I’m feeling better now and I’m up, showered and dressed with camera at the ready. There’s two replacement batteries on the coffee table; heaven forbid that he sits there posing for me in the middle of the lawn, and click.... nothing happens.
The tension in the house is mounting now. I can’t bluff my way through this much longer. The reckoning will be here soon, and oh - will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut!
I mean it’s not that I haven’t had enough practice over the years is it? I don’t have to think ahead as though planning a wedding banquet.
It just comes naturally, to all of us - like breathing. It’s how we are; it’s who we are. It’s who we became when we stopped being whoever we used to be. But that was such a long time ago that it might never have been that way at all.
Well back to my appointment, and now the ball’s in his court. He hasn’t showed up yet, but isn’t that typical of what happens when you’re planning something important? Even the most carefully laid plans can go pear shaped!
I wonder what he’s thinking with his rat brain as he scurries over my lawn in broad daylight. Does he glance furtively at me wondering why I don’t squeal and jump on the table? Isn’t that what girls do? Or perhaps I throw him into a tailspin of confusion by dotting his path with little delicacies of stale pork pie and mouldy cheeses. If he’s smart, he’ll be looking for the trap!
But there isn’t a trap, at least not for him. I’m the one who’s trapped.
“Vermin,” my neighbour calls them. “Filthy, disgusting vermin that live in sewers and eat pooh!”
Well, as I can’t argue against such well documented facts, I ask her to be reasonable, and explain that just the one picture is all I need to bring some sense of normality back to my life.
And then she can call in the pest controllers, put her house on the market, or whatever else it takes to pacify her. I really don’t understand her anymore!
“That young man needs discipline!” she tells me. “It’s ridiculous at his age the things he has you doing.”
“But he’s harmless,” I say. “He doesn’t mug old ladies or snort coke. It’s just an obsession of his, and you know how upset he becomes when things don’t go according to plan.”
She just doesn’t get it! She tells me he looks normal, and I tell her that that’s half the problem.
“And what’s more,” I point out to her, “He IS normal!” Albeit with a few variations on the theme!
Oh! Here he comes. Quick ....click....got him! Thank goodness for that. And just in time for Ben to come in from the centre.
“Get him Mum? shrieks Ben as he bursts through the kitchen door sending the cat into frenzy mode. I mustn’t tease. This is serious stuff to my son who wouldn’t understand the humour anyway.
“Got him.” I affirm.
“What time did he come? Where did he go next? How long was his tale? Will he come again?”
All must be told before Ben begins the task of copying every last detail, meticulously into his log book. Sigh!!!
Thank you Lord, for making every person in your creation unique. Life would be dull without such rich diversity.
And by the way Lord, could I have a side order of ‘Fruit of the spirit’ again tomorrow, with an extra large helping of patience please.
You’ve given me your special, autistic child to love forever, and I trust in your promise that you’ll give me enough grace each day to cope.
Thank you Lord. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a picture to upload!
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