Here’s a surprise midweek blog post for y’all to contemplate. Why a midweek post? You ask.
Because my life is so crazy hectic I don’t always have time to write before my self-imposed deadline and/or I don’t have anything to write about.
Well, Monday, while in Amarillo, an experience was lived through that makes for great blog posting. So here goes…
One of the dispatchers called me Saturday to see if I’d be willing to take a run to Amarillo beginning Sunday night just before midnight. My initial response was no, but that didn’t stop the conversation.
When I discovered there was nobody else available for said run that is under contract with the postal service my arm was twisted to take it.
Needless to say I was beyond tired by the time I got to the motel they booked for me. I was there in time to take advantage of the free breakfast so I made a hasty scrambled egg and biscuit sandwich while waiting for a room.
After they discovered all of the non-smoking rooms were in use I decided to take a smoking room…gulp.
My thinking was that the time was ticking on my ten hour break so I could either fall asleep at the breakfast table, which I was already nodding off at, or I could take a chance at getting some better sleep in a bed.
“I’ll survive the experience,” were the words that came out of my mouth.
As soon as I walked into the room all of my senses were under full assault. I just about turned back until a thought struck me. If I can handle the initial impact I can probably still be able to sleep in this.
Unfortunately I was right. After a few minutes I was able to breathe without the gag reflex kicking in. I showered and fell asleep rather quickly.
After about five hours the burning in my lungs told me I had better make my stay in this room shorter rather than longer. The last hour of my government mandated break was spent walking around the motel.
The temperature was about one hundred degrees, but there was a decent west Texas breeze blowing in the twenty mile per hour range. Remember, we do things big in Texas.
The advantage of that was that I was able to (as my father-in-law used to say) blow the stink off from the room encounter.
Don’t worry, it was a dry heat.
Many people feel pennies aren’t worth anything so they drop them on the ground when they discover them in their pockets.
I’m on the other end of that spectrum. I pick pennies, and their more expensive counterparts, up when I discover them on the ground.
Wheat pennies are of particular interest to me since God and I have a bit of an understanding with them. It’s His way of letting me know I’m in His will whenever I find one.
Why I was supposed to be in Amarillo that day is a bit of a mystery unless it’s to write this blog post.
Tails was up. So I knew right away what I had here. The date on the coin was 1955. Copper is a soft metal that is easily damaged…especially after a car runs over it. This penny was nearly flawless, except for some grease that was smudged on it.
I kept pacing about the property and found a few more modern pennies. One was next to a dumpster. It was green from the tarnish of its environment. I had to rub the face of it to discover the date…2015.
Sixty years should have aged that wheat penny more than that dumpster coin.
I thought back to my smoking room I had to take. I don’t often put myself in such unhealthy environments so I can stay as fit as possible for God’s service.
Everybody has their own personal issue they must deal with. Some of us have several.
My most pressing issue is pornography. I know to steer clear of it or it will destroy me one careless step at a time.
For others it’s alcohol, or drugs.
So far I’ve been able to keep myself pure, but I know what a slippery slope it is. I’ve been spending too much time on Pinterest lately.
I know, it sounds innocent enough and it should be. My problem is I focus too much attention staring at the fitness pictures, especially the women wearing too little while showing off great physiques.
When will that not be enough stimulation for me? I don’t know, but it will eventually.
Smoking rooms could become easier for me to sleep in of I do it regularly. Before I know it I start smoking to keep myself awake during through the night drives.
Sin is so like that. I’ve heard it said Satan gives us the best first while God saves the best for last.
I want God’s best for me.
Some days I keep my eyes off the fitness chicks. Some days I don’t.
Pray I can keep posting Bible verses and Christian quotes without stepping in the mud puddles of pornography that are all around me.
I want to stay a coin in God’s pocket that can be spendable for His work for several years to come, not a dumpster throw away.
I’ll see you later. Wade