Oh, Flower

This morning I was minding my own business all washing my hands at the kitchen sink while looking out the window into the backyard.  It was then I saw Flower, you know the cute little skunk from Bambi.  Skunks are like babies.  They are so adorable, but oh do they have a stench to them.  Thankfully, at this point the dog -which I only like because I feel tremendous guilt when I say I don't like him- is in the front yard.  Whew.  I have escaped the smell of Flower.

So, I cross the hallway into my room to finish getting ready and after about five minutes I hear the dog barking. I think to myself  'Oh, no. the dog found the skunk.  Now I will be late for work.  And I'll smell like skunk. Great.'  Thoughts of tomato baths were running through my brain.  Does that even work?  What if I still stink when I do make it to work?  I should just call in and explain the situation.  They would laugh.

I look out my window to the front yard as I simultaneously start breathing solely out of my mouth.  I see the dog.  I see no skunk.  Relief.  Then I realize the dog is stupid because he's still barking at some invisible object.  Then I see it.  A taranchula.  I can deal with taranchulas.  I practically slept with one at church camp last week. By slept with one I mean it was taped inside a plastic cup on the other side of the dorm.

Ten minutes later I was out the door, but not until I stuck my nose out and sniffed for skunk first.  All I smelled was a fresh spring morning. Greatness.

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,

for his compassions never fail.

They are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;

therefore I will wait for him."

-Lamentations 3:22-24