Ms. Daisy Woes

I had an idea. An idea that I don't think I thought through very well. Ms. Daisy is trying to sell her house so she can go into an assisted living facility. Her choice, and it's a very good idea for her. My idea was to offer our home (and the home of "Morbid Man" - he hunts, that's where he got his nickname) to her to live for short periods of time until her house sells.

We've had her for three weeks, got a month break (she was at Morbid Man's house) and then we have her currently another month.

Throughout the times she has spent with us, we've had some rather crazy moments. I guess the reason for the dumping today is that I really, really, really, really am tired of my stuff being taken.
My recliner has been taken over by Ms. Daisy and her fur ball. That's where they sit. . . all day long. Then, my favorite travel cups get taken, my leftovers I had laid out for myself. . . the list is long.
Recently, the biggest issue is my food. (I know it's petty, I know it's wrong, but this blog is about me venting, therapeutic, remember?)

I'm trying to loose weight, exercising, getting healthy, etc. The past two times I'm getting out something healthy for me to eat, guess who comes over and wants some as well? Ms. Daisy.
I have two kids who beg, borrow, and steal all my stuff as it is; and perhaps this is why it bothers me so greatly that she does the same thing.

Today I got out the last bit of celery so I could finish it off with a little peanut butter. Ms. Daisy came over and muttered, "I think that sounds good, I will have some too."
I did what I recently decided to do, give it to her and find something else to eat. So I did .. but it still bothers me.

I have struggled so greatly in this area of just giving up and letting go of stuff. I know it's just stuff. I know that God gives it freely to me and doesn't sigh if I take the last little bit and ask for more. I know how I'm supposed to act, I just don't for some reason. I really, really, really, REALLY believe that the reason all this is happening is so God can mold me. I keep going through things and then waiting for the next great big thing that God is going to do in my life. I haven't seen that "big" thing. I know His ways are not my ways and I know what I may thing is something small can really grow to be big... I just want the eyes to see and recognize when it happens. So, here I sit, waiting for God to move and He's waiting for me to get it.

This world is not about me. It's not about what I want. It's about what HE wants. God is a great big God, but He's not too big to love me and number the hairs on my head.. . .And I'm thankful for that. I'm thankful that He doesn't give up on me. He doesn't pout when I complain He's not giving me what I want. He doesn't throw a fit when I don't say thank you. He doesn't mutter under his breath.

The reason that I'm not saved and immediately ushered into heaven is so I can be more like Him. The more I let go and let Him take over, the more I'll radiate His glory and others will see Him. The more I will be more like His image and not my own the better off I'll be.

Besides, He made manna fall from heaven.. surely he can provide a little celery and peanut butter.