When I began writing this post, it was to be humorous. Within the last 15 minutes, I have started to freak myself out!
I love scary movies and horror movies and shows like Criminal Minds. They never scare me.
I stay home alone with no worries.
I have never been in a bad part of town and felt scared.....maybe aware of danger, but never scared.
Tonight, I drove down a long deserted street. I passed a hotel that looked run down....possibly an "hourly" joint...I was relieved to find it wasn't my hotel.
I soon came to my hotel. It looked great from the outside, it looked great in the lobby.
I checked in.
The young boy running the desk said I could have an even better rate than he quoted me over the phone. I was happy. The place seemed very quiet and as he was getting all my personal information, I glanced out the window toward my car.
MY CAR...the only car in the parking lot.
I gathered my things and went to the room. The room was old, but clean....I'm guessing.
I don't travel with my CSI ultra violet light anymore.
I turned to lock the door and chain it....
The only security is a hinged plate that sticks 2 inches away from the door.
"oh good" I thought. "Must make it easier to bust in"
I pulled back the sheet to do my usual inspection for stains and visible grossness. All was good.
I changed clothes to go to dinner. As I was changing, I heard random noises on the other side of the wall. I smiled as I kidded myself that this place was so vacant, it might be like the Bates Motel.
On my way down the dark hall (I noticed the lights were not working), I passed by the pool room.
I had seen the picture of the nice pool on the website and joked on facebook about how I was going to swim laps in the tiny pool instead of running in this area of town. I was curious about how small it really was.
Not only is it TINY but the water is brown and the bottom is stained and in ruins.
When I returned from dinner, I drove the whole parking lot. Not ONE car. Not even a car for the guy at the front desk.
I am now in my room, in an empty motel. I can hear someone clapping or tap dancing down the hall. I occasionally hear the door to the room next to me open and close. I wonder who it is, since there are no cars. The "hourly" hotel lot was packed. I might feel safer there!
I am in appropriate PJs in case my body ends up on the news.
When I travel, the guys text me pictures of their day. I always look forward to my texts from home!
Our Science curriculum ALWAYS says to wear safety glasses, even if all you are doing is measuring a book. It is quite ridiculous!
Jeff sent me these pictures with the text, "good thing he had on safety glasses"
I have learned not to check my texts during meetings because it is quite possible that I laugh!
I was sent this picture to show that my sweet child, although recovering from surgery and dealing with double ear infections, was doing his school work.
The picture was sent as a "slide show" with the second picture. So when I received the text, I was looking at the following picture of Max, and then all of the sudden, the second picture popped up!
This morning, our preacher addressed a hymn we sang earlier in the service.
"I am about to ruin the hymn for you......"
Well, my ears perked up! I love a good scandal and I could only imagine that a scandal would be the thing to ruin a hymn. I racked my brain to figure out what dirty secret we would find out about the sinful author.
"Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing"
I glance at Jeff. He told me several years ago that he loved that hymn.
I giggled to myself as I thought.....
Well, I hope he is preparing to be disappointed.....
AND ANYWAY, why the heck are we singing it, if it has a soap opera story tied to it??
The preacher proceeds to tell us about Robert Robinson, the author of the hymn, and how he eventually left the faith.
In the last stanza, Robert writes:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love
Take my heart, O take and seal it
Seal it for thy courts above.
Robert was prone to wander. The feelings he indulged were overwhelming.
I began to examine the words, starting with the title:
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing:
Please Lord! I am desperate for you to give me your endless blessings!
For me, the hymn went from a regular church song about worshiping God to an honest cry to God,
"I need you!"
I can feel exactly what Robert felt: the hole, the ache.
Please Lord! Take my heart, seal it! Protect me from myself!
Every Sunday, I pray a similar prayer, and feel awful that the JOY and choosing God does not come easily.
I, daily, indulge and meditate on earthly desires.
It is painful to follow God.
It is painful to give up desires.
It is painful to choose the Lord.
So I warn those that attend church with me. Next time we sing this hymn, I will be belting out the last stanza, making it obvious that God did not give me the gift of singing......
AND I quite possibly may indulge in the ugly cry, making it obvious that God did not give me the gift of self-control.
However, I know that he took my heart and sealed it!