I have some pretty fabulous ladies that I get to spend about an hour with every Wednesday night. Recently we have decided to journey through the study
Ruth: Loss, Love, and Legacy by Kelly Minter. This is our second week in the six week study, and I am thoroughly enjoying it so far. Okay, maybe enjoying isn't the correct word. Perhaps I should say I am being significantly challenged and inspired by this incredible woman whose story is tucked away in the corners of the Bible. This morning, I woke up early and was pleased to see that it was rainy outside. Perfect. Reading. Weather. I immediately made a pot of coffee, grabbed my favorite blanket, and headed for the
snugly love seat by the window near the lamp. It was so peaceful and cozy, with the rain
softly pelting the window and a soft glow coming from the lamp. I opened my Bible to the book of Ruth, spread my study journal open in my lap, wrapped my hands around my warm mug, and
inhaled a steamy, caramel-y breath of coffee goodness. Sigh. Just perfect. I raised the mug to my lips for my first sip and... WHOOSH.
Deuce decided at that very moment that he wanted to join me. Did I mention that I was sitting in his self-designated place on his self-designated couch? At the exact moment that I brought my steaming, and I mean
steaming, mug of coffee to my mouth, the dog landed in my lap. Hot coffee went everywhere. It scalded my arm, sloshed onto my blanket, and worst of all, stained the pages of my pristine study journal a light syrupy brown. Suddenly that warm fuzzy feeling I had inside turned into a fiery burn, and not just because of my blistering arm. I spent the next several minutes heatedly explaining to Deuce why it was WRONG and BAD and a NO-NO for him to just jump on his couch whenever I was sitting there, all the while trying to sop up the coffee from the area. I eventually calmed down, tossed my blanket in the washing machine, poured myself a fresh cup of coffee, and settled back onto the love seat. However, the damage had been done. Deuce spent the next hour pouting like this while I tried to hone my spirituality.
Talk about a guilt trip. I couldn't take it for very long, and I soon made it up to him by a scratch and letting him snuggle next to me. I was rewarded by a few licks to my arm (or maybe he just liked the coffee taste). Dogs forgive so easily. I can tell, though, that I need to learn a few more lessons on how to not react out of anger for fear of hurting those around me. Be they human or man's best friend.
Deuce decided at that very moment that he wanted to join me. Did I mention that I was sitting in his self-designated place on his self-designated couch? At the exact moment that I brought my steaming, and I mean steaming, mug of coffee to my mouth, the dog landed in my lap. Hot coffee went everywhere. It scalded my arm, sloshed onto my blanket, and worst of all, stained the pages of my pristine study journal a light syrupy brown. Suddenly that warm fuzzy feeling I had inside turned into a fiery burn, and not just because of my blistering arm. I spent the next several minutes heatedly explaining to Deuce why it was WRONG and BAD and a NO-NO for him to just jump on his couch whenever I was sitting there, all the while trying to sop up the coffee from the area. I eventually calmed down, tossed my blanket in the washing machine, poured myself a fresh cup of coffee, and settled back onto the love seat. However, the damage had been done. Deuce spent the next hour pouting like this while I tried to hone my spirituality.
Talk about a guilt trip. I couldn't take it for very long, and I soon made it up to him by a scratch and letting him snuggle next to me. I was rewarded by a few licks to my arm (or maybe he just liked the coffee taste). Dogs forgive so easily. I can tell, though, that I need to learn a few more lessons on how to not react out of anger for fear of hurting those around me. Be they human or man's best friend.
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