The average Joe works eight to five Monday through Friday in order to make ends meet. The anticipation builds towards the end of the week for the weekend. A time to spend with family, friends, watch a little college football, sing a hymn or two at the local Baptist church, or try to catch up on the mountain of laundry in the bathroom floor. Either way by Sunday at lunch, we are trying to decide what ailment we could fake in order to extend the weekend for another day. Cough! Cough!
Throughout the week time seems to move in snail motion. Everyone is wishing it was Friday already. Friday night gets here and at roller coaster speed it’s suddenly Monday morning.
With two preschool aged children and one soon to be teenager, life around our house can be hectic, stressful, and exhausting. Someone always wants to throw the football, jump on a trampoline, play hide and seek, ride a 4 wheeler, or cook with the plastic oven and food set. Plastic isn’t good for the digestive system, I’m sure of it.
To add to the madness, we decided our kids would be in hog heaven if we brought a new family member into the already active lifestyle we live. So, we acquired a dog. A German short haired pointer named Leroy Gibbs.
While the young children in our house were taking a nap this past weekend, Leroy and I were positioned on the couch for what I thought would be a little football, but mostly a little shut eye. A cool afternoon in early fall means the windows are up, but it’s just cool enough to be comfortable with a light blanket. I know you’ve seen the images before: the dog snuggled up to his best friend and both of them are dreaming of their favorite meal. Well, that’s not exactly what went on here. Leroy squirmed back and forth on the couch as if he had drank a Red Bull out of his pail instead of water. Obviously, he was trying to send a message that I wasn’t comprehending. In a few seconds, I was hearing it loud and clear as the young pup relieved himself on the blanket that was keeping me warm. Leroy and the blanket made a quick exit out the back door.
Bath time for the younger children came later in the evening. If you haven’t been a supervisor of a four year old boy’s bath time, you are missing out. Water is splashing around like we are on a seventy foot waterslide at an amusement park. Dad, “watch me swim.” He doesn’t realize the tub is only about four foot long. While in the tub, he learned how his toy dinosaur would shoot water out of the air hole on the bottom side of his colorful friend. This became a game of lets act as if the dinosaur is tinkling on daddy’s leg. I thought he might hyperventilate he was laughing so hard.
In these two instances, “pee” actually involved liquid. In another instance, a peon in the urban dictionary means someone who is the low man on the totem pole.
Understand that all of us serve a purpose. God created us unique and we aren’t on this earth by accident. So even the Average Joe and the peon serve a purpose. They fulfill the intricate plan designed by God. So, even if at times you feel insignificant there is a reason for where you are and God’s plan will ultimately be fulfilled.
I am your Creator, you were in my care even before you were born. Isaiah 44:2