Me, the Dog, and Jesus

The shelter dog experience requires a great deal of patience (at least two I know of, do). Sometimes I look at this beautiful dog with some of the most aggravating quirks I have seen, and I think how I am also a mongrel. I do not fit the average design, but God chose me, just as He did you, to be who exactly we are. He has a purpose for every sort of difficulty I present to Him. Usually, I think He wants me to learn on Him to depend, instead of any faith I might place in me.

I do not run straight to Jesus as often as I should. My dog does not run to me, she creeps, or sometimes she has that sad, sad face that will break me open because, despite her craziness, I love her. She hurts me, I have scars, I had to wear a brace, she runs off where I have to go into strange territory miles away searching for her, and she does not always answer when I call. I am like this with my sweet Jesus too. He died on the cross because of me, that is some incredible injury. How much a disappointment it must be to Him, when He is certain He made it perfectly clear what is expected, and I go my own way, then creep to touch His hand, hoping He will fight my battles. Thankfully, He does not scream at me, as I sometimes do with the dog. He remembers that I am living a broken, sinful life, in a shattered sin-filled world and over and again He has mercy on me. My mercifulness leaves much to be desired with the dog, but we are working on it, and it improves in spurts and starts.

I do not recommend the shelter dog experience, but should you wish an object lesson on who our Father is, try it. As Alex told me, “Get a big dog, it’ll be fun, Mom.”

I do not know how my analogy stands up, and really I just wrote this off the cuff. Jesus knows I try to explain who He is to me, so maybe you will find a life with Him. It is the only life worth living and has a single promise of eternity.

The Wookie is the big dog, the tiny tot is Mom’s dog (mine now), Tribble. We might explore another story another day.

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Dogs, on Fairness…

In the animal kingdom, (observing dogs), fair, is not a known concept. If one is stronger, one wins; without human interference. Fair is an artificial human construct where we attempt to apply the idea of equality in interactions between beings of widely varied attributes. It is a linchpin of civilization.

For successful human relationships, there must be an agreement between those of every station and situation to abide by rules that do not necessarily benefit all involved in the process. Our baser impulses, like those of the animals, resent and reject being fair. An individual must, in every moment choose to conquer or acquiesce to the grandeur of personal restraint.

We often say life is not fair. It is somewhat true, but the world would not run within any structure of goodness did we not primarily abide within reasonable limits of justice.

Blame it on the dogs. Tribble being smaller always eats her treats slower, and I have to restrict Marbles, who scarfs everything down in, like, one quick swallow, from stealing from Tribble.

So philosophy, my dears. You will recall I wanted to be a lawyer. I AM A POET, who better to comment on the state of living. There are precedents. LOL!

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, July 29, 2019

Some jottings, yesterday and today:

If you hope to accomplish something, get busy. You cannot dance if you do not put your feet on the floor.

Toes, nose, against the wall; back up, reconsider, change direction. Reversal can relieve misconceptions immobilizing you. Go forward with new momentum. You are in charge, do not stop, never give up, tell quit to go to the abyss. There is greatness within you, let the star shine.

If you are holding your breath, expecting your dreams to come true, remember energy follows the breath & no breakthroughs occur without the expenditure of energy. Inflate your hopes with passionate activity, & challenge yourself to thrive. You are capable of miraculous things.

A tempest of enthusiasm, hyper and excitable, with energy enough to entomb the dark threads of pain. What is hidden is inadmissible. The stars remain within reach. Smile and lean into happiness. Nurture hope and grasp the dream.

Take the shot and capture the image of the moment. The chance comes once, miss it and you must chase another opportunity. Life is here, live every moment and create an outstanding existence. You are an original, magnify the unique.

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As a prompt, explore something you believe is a human artificial construct. Any way you wish, create something about it.

If you do not follow me on Twitter and Facebook, an inordinate amount of stuff goes to those. I just started Twitter again, but you know, all the people are doing it.

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Always,
Jo Ann

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The Value of Friendship

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The prompt in the planner I made from which this journal entry was created was the word, Friendship. I think maybe all of us should lay aside our devices and interact with people for whom we care more often. As connected as all our lives are, we are suffering from angst, depression, loneliness, and stress more than ever. The likely cause is the erosion of personal connection and meaningful conversation.

When we are together, it would be grand if we could lay aside our devices. Human beings are much more valuable than electronics. I am guilty of living a mostly secluded existence, but it makes me very aware of the treasure interaction is. I thrive on phone calls and those human moments in public and in worship.

Your prompt should you wish to engage is to evaluate your relationships, make an honest inventory of some of your recent in-person engagements, and create something that epitomizes who you are in relation to others. Perhaps you may decide to make a plan that brings more life into your life.

Two Tanka

I.
We know much is wrong,
But our attitudes guide us
Toward improvement
If we remain positive
And pursue development.

II.
We cannot buy hope,
We must manufacture it
In hearts, minds, and souls,
Igniting our love, passions,
Creating possibilities

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. There is a follow button, or you may come back when it pleases you. I wish you all the best and hope your every day is filled with blessings.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Thursday, July 18, 2019

 

Short Observation

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You all may well know I am not one for bugs… Except, outdoor ants have always fascinated me. As a child, I spent a good deal of time studying them

If you have a problem, and it is too massive for you to deal with, just go watch the ants. Ants do not care how big, how unwieldy, how vicious, how heavy, how they might get hurt; whatever it is, ants tackle it and make it happen. They are virtually unstoppable.

This little creature was moving this enormous piece of whatever when I went out to retrieve the mail. I stopped and took the time to watch. I am not sure where the destination was, but I know the ant got there with its prize. I mean, after watching, I was convinced success was guaranteed.

I am a fan of the tenacity of ants. Sometimes I think humans would do well to be like them. The problem with us, we overthink and get discouraged. We will get distracted or give up. If an ant could tell us something, I am quite sure it would be, “Keep going until you meet your goal and never, no matter what, give up. Do not let obstacles prevent your progress, and ignore the injuries, as long as there is life, you can do it all.”

So, there you have it, a lesson from my good friend the ant. Remember you are so much and so precious, love has you all the way.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, July 15, 2019

Respect

We are human beings and share a common genus and species. Our differences are so minor as to be almost scientifically moot. Boys, girls, men, women, or whatever gender nomenclature we claim, are only descriptive. No one of us is above another.

Today, I was informed, someone I love had been severely physically abused. Such is our world, but it should not be so. When one person attacks another, under any circumstances, it is a grievous wrong. We are gifted with one another to give and receive love. Each of us has problems, even as we have gifts, skills, talents, and we accord one another respect, understanding. Abusing each other discredits us and diminishes us. Everyone is so injured by those times when a lack of caring, kindness, love is shown.

Violence is reprehensible. To pay for who you are with your flesh and tears is a cost too high for being born. Anger is a fierce emotion, but it can be channeled into creation, exercise, work, anything not involving violence and destruction. We have no right to hurt one another. Emotional wounds are long-lasting and cruel, sometimes living within one much longer than bruises and fractured bones. Breathe, remember who you are, walk away, remember you have a purpose, reason, and belong to be a shining example.

I plead with you, be generous, gentle, kind, loving, respectful, understanding; leave off the destructiveness, inhumanity, meanness. This world needs us to be positive and life-affirming. Let your voice encourage, inspire, give affirmation.

I know many differences cause unrest for some. I want to remind you, differences are our beauty, variety is a gift from the Creator. If we were all the same, boredom would overcome us. Every person can add wonderous contributions to all there is.

Let us love and love and love, until all we know is love because love is who we are.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, July 15, 2019

Pardon me for reacting so vehemently. Injustice causes me pain.

Inspired by a Rolling Stone

I caught myself saying I do not want to go see them live because I want to remember them as last I observed them. Then I thought is it the stars I fear to see or is it that they reflect who I have become?

Do I want to face that I am growing older, that the glory days are past? My idea of myself, it does not connect with the image in the mirror. I am unwilling to give in to infirmity, to recognize any decrepitness, I imagine myself strong enough to face anything for I have overcome so much.

I like to think the days are still outstretched in perpetuity, but I know, I know chronologically that more hours are passed than reach into the future.

This is hard to admit, to accept, that death is any breath away, and my tenure here will cease. However, it also imbues every moment with a priceless preciousness that I cannot escape or deny. If I am to do what I am purposed to do, I must get on about doing it. There is no time to waste in frivolities or procrastination.

Life is a limited engagement. The show does not employ the same cast forever, and the show must go on. I, like everyone, want to do all the good I can, love as much as possible, create more happiness than grief, and leave memories that will be treasured, but I realize I should do those things in the now. Now does not for anyone last indefinitely.

So, maybe I should see the stars as they are and let their talent and charm take my breath away again. Each of us is a universe of life, and we should celebrate the beauty of our existence for God made each of us a Masterpiece, one of a kind, with no duplicate in eternity.

So thank you, as so often, to Sir Mick Jagger for challenging me, inspiring me, and providing food for thought. I am so indebted to you and the many others who have given a soundtrack for my life.

Maybe my small contribution will touch someone who needs to remember we are all here for only a brief while and should expend our time wisely. Blessed be.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Tuesday, June 18, 2019