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Scattered Brains of Uncertainty


Dealing with the public most of my life has been well, bewildering. Honestly I don’t know how people get through a moment with their skeptical attitudes, suspicious uncertainties and scattered brains.

Growing up in a family business you could see them coming. As you run for the back door to escape their wrath, long winded conversations or their boring, ordinary lives they wish to telecast you ask if it is worth it to have them as customers.

Lately in my own Property Management business, I have run into some very ( let’s say to be nice) rigid and demanding, laborious and problematic, unyielding and burdensome people. Was that nice enough?

I could add irritating, stiff, and forget a picnic with them. Now I understand I am not perfect (my family has no problem reminding me of my faults) but at least I am trying!

At least I have ushered in my own diagnosis of mental lapses, waning memory and off the wall emotions. So what is their excuse?

My bubbling personality somehow misses the boat with some people. They are either set on being lifelessly formidable or one card short of a deck.

After an encounter with such menacing buffaloes use to be I would ask myself,
“what did I do wrong?” “Was it me?” “Was it something I said?”

Age gives you wisdom and for some added security with whom you are especially if you know Jesus. I finally learned for those who can’t find a parking space in an empty parking lot, somewhere a village is missing its idiot.

I try to be nice. I bend over backwards to accommodate others. I invite them into my home. I share. I try to give the benefit of the doubt. I understand their outlandish needs and do my best to solve them. AND WHAT DO I GET!

I get a proverbial punch in the mouth or an attack of hostility that links me to their depraved, tormented existence. To their advantage God and my husband have held me back from my violent intentions.

My aspirations to show them Christ appeared at the forefront of our meetings. My trusting heart has been to communicate where I stand which is at the feet of Jesus.

My faith position opened the door of exploitation. Their sly entrapment crept through the words not spoken and gestures of deceit as if I was moronically naïve.

My soul grieved over their spiteful undermining and needful attempt to prove the validity of their lost case.

Proving me wrong, or proving they were absolutely correct became an overriding destination in their soiled minds.

Little did they know my attachment and relationship with the “great vindicator.”

Little did they know he has taught me to sit back and wait for his army.

Little did they know their quest to throw me an injured curve would boomerang.

Little do they know I forgive them for they know not what they do.

Luke 23: 34
http://birdmartin.wordpress.com/2012/03/31/the-time-god-disagreed-with-my-pastor/

churchgraphics.wordpress.com

http://lifeofafemalebiblewarrior.wordpress.com/2012/03/30/regrets-not-a-chance/

http://thewayeverlasting.com/2012/01/23/quote-rocked/