Ships, Sweaters, Spiders, Mosquitoes, and Funny Sermons : Happy Pleasantly Disturbed Thursday!

While the sponsor of Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays will be unable to provide linkage for a while (he was in an auto accident, but is "okay". In other words, in lots of pain, but we are thankful he is alive and mobile), I am still going to do a Pleasantly Disturbed post today. You can click on the above link to let Duane know that your thoughts and prayers are with him.

Today I called my aunt and mentioned to her that I was going to see the Tall Ships at Navy Pier with my husband tomorrow. She told me to wear a sweater. At that moment, I knew Momma was truly enjoying the fullness of Heaven. There she is, enjoying the light from the face of Jesus, and SOMEONE ELSE is telling me to wear a sweater in the middle of summer. It couldn't possibly get any better than that for her...

But seriously, I am not annoyed with my aunt. I was reminded of Momma, and had to smile. I knew Momma would be happy that auntie said that, and had to smile some more.

I won't be smiling about having to be at the boat at 8 am, but it was the only time available any longer, and I wanted Bob to be able to enjoy the boat trip. I was on a ship for Pirate Fest, so I'm good until next year, but I figure that Bob deserves to enjoy being on a ship again if that's what he wants. So I will be going to sleep early tonight in anticipation for getting up early to make the boat.

There is a HUGE spider crawling on the outside of the window I am facing right now. I am okay with teeny spiders, but this one is as big as my hand. AND I HAVE BIG HANDS FOR A WOMAN! Dang, what does that spider eat, anyhow? Most spiders eat mosquitoes, but this spider looks like he really should save some mosquitoes for the other spiders, you know. I'm sorry. That was mean. Maybe that spider is like me, and has hypothyroidism. I'll leave a Synthroid tablet out on the ledge for him later.

I really have been enjoying going to Women's Prayer Group. We meet every other week. I can't say I find anything disturbing in our meetings , though. Just pleasant. Well, okay. We pray for situations and people that disturb us or are disturbed and in need of prayer. So maybe it fits.

Our new pastor likes to tell jokes in his homily and fit it in the sermon. He told one about a guy in a gorilla suit two weeks ago, and the one about Jesus and the computer contest this past Sunday. I plan on sending him this one as soon as I get his email address.

Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car. She writes:

Dear Grand-daughter,

The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a 'Honk if

you love Jesus' bumper sticker ..

I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a

thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting..

So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed.

I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought

about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the light had

changed. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't

honked, I'd never have noticed.

I found that lots of people love Jesus!

While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and

then he leaned out of his window and screamed, 'For the love of God!'

'Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!'

What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!

Everyone started honking!

I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those

loving people.

I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! There must have

been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something

about a sunny beach. I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his

middle finger stuck up in the air.

I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.

He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. Well, I have

never met anyone from Hawaii , so I leaned out the window and gave him the

good luck sign right back.

My grandson burst out laughing.

Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they

got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to

pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had

changed.

So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on through

the intersection.

I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before

the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after

all the love we had shared.

So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the

Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord for

such wonderful folks!!

Will write again soon,

Love, Grandma

Ooops. Was I insensitive to tell a joke about honking cars when our sponsor Duane was in a car accident? Well, now that I have disturbed you all, I guess I will go.