Friday, September 30, 2011

The Unthinkable

My 70 pound lap dog did the unthinkable.  She pooped on my front lawn.  Savannah peered over at me in my helpless estate, trapped on the treadmill, smiled, and took a squat.  I told her she was dead wrong for it, but she proceeded anyway.

And, then she did something else.  She pranced herself a few steps forward and kicked those back legs on the lawn, creating a small airborne concoction of dust, leaves and grass that floated over her stinky treasure.  All the while grinning at me.

Did she really think that was going to cover her stinking new pile of mess?

I think we humans can be just like ol' Savannah girl.  We can grin in the face of sin, cover it the best we know how, and keep on grinning as if we haven't transgressed against the One who bought our very souls.  He has come to set us free from all areas of bondage.  Will we let him, or are we proud of our stinky messes?


Kelli said...

I love that you just wrote a blog post centered around poop and still managed to make it spiritual. You rock like that. :)

Erica said...

Weellll I was laughing my face off till that last paragraph. :)