My sister and I were talking the other day about our special “spots” for talking with Jesus. I told her with confidence that if I go to my spot, sit relaxed and ready to listen, I feel the presence of the Holy Spirit. She agreed that was also her experience. Then we asked, “Why do we wait so long?”

Our conversation was significant as I read Matthew Chapter 22 in which the king has prepared a wedding banquet for his son. He sent invitations to all those close friends and relatives. They all declined. They all had duties or events that had to come first.

There a several “sermonettes” I could develop from this parable, but I’m keeping close to how it applies to my failure to run to the chair and meet the Master.

A SIDE STORY: I had a puppy named Buttons who made his own rule for his safe spot. We had a low-seated wooden rocker. I think buttons began making that his safe spot when we turned on the vacuum. Not sure. I know if/when he smelled trouble of any kind, he took a dash to jump on the rocker which responded as a rocker is designed to do. Rocked him, soothed him, comforted him.

One day he was across the street. I called for him to come back. He didn’t. He started to cross another street. Karen was here. She called, “Buttons, you get in your chair.” He came right into the house and went to the chair – obedient and safe.

Hum. There’s a lesson here someplace. If I would go to my chair, maybe I would find it.

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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