Facebook pulled this up for me a few days ago. I got another laugh; hope you will too. So after minor proofing, I’m posting again.

Ok, let me say first it was worth it!

That’s being said because I know the Holy Spirit is watching and reading what I’m writing. I don’t claim his anointing on this relating this incident; like Paul, I’m not saying I have the words of God! But I do think I must have given him a laugh for this day!

Since reading Yolanda’s blog a couple days ago, on the joy of being flat out before the Lord (like a lizard drinking, she said), I have longed to be flat out before him, but I really hated the “I can’t get up” part.

However, as I sat on my chair in the corner this morning looking at the floor, I contemplated putting into action a verse I read to Ashlyn yesterday “…in you my soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings…” To be under his wings would surely entail being down as low as I could go. “Well,” I reasoned, “if I pay close attention to how I get down, I can just reverse the procedure when I need to get back up.” Besides, I thought the Lord would help me in an extra measure since I would be going out on a limb (make that “flat on a floor”) to demonstrate my desire for a new spark in my devotions this morning.

It was good. I reached for my kindle, put on “Under His Wings,” by three different coral groups. As I said, it was good.

Time to get up, remember -just reverse the procedure. I pushed with elbows, tried to get on one knee, remembered that gravity pulling my weight was very helpful in getting down but not at all in getting up, finally groped around enough to reach my cane to support my rising again, and discovered a brand new lesson.

Gravity will help you down but it takes muscle to get up! Was it worth it? Yes, but I’m sure going to try to learn how to flatten my soul even with a body that sits in the chair.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. C.A. Post says:

    We got a good chuckle from your “posturing” for prayer! But if you think about birds under the wings of their parent, they do not lie down flat. They simply stand or sit under the larger bird’s wings. So relax next time you want to be under His wings. I kinda suspect you ARE all the time!
    ❤️&🙏, c.a.

  2. oneta hayes says:

    When God needs a laugh, I hope he checks me out before he goes to YouTube. 😀

  3. Thank you for this lighthearted post. Flattening your soul with a body seated in a chair, that’s a new phrase that I will store in my mind 😉

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