Jesus Crumbs…

When we were taking communion at our former church years ago, I managed to get crumbs on my shirt from the Holy cracker. When I looked down on the dusting of crackers which were resting nicely on my chest-shelf, I realized I had a dilemma: Do I brush the Jesus crumbs onto the floor or do I pick them off of my shirt and eat them.

I mean, after all, they were JESUS crumbs. I couldn’t just ignore them, right?

After staring at them in consternation for a few moments, thereby getting odd looks from my husband, I realized that brushing them off would be sprinkling Jesus everywhere and maybe getting them onto our shoes so that we could walk with Jesus too. 

I know, I’m weird….

I am aware that I’m weird. I think about things in unusual ways. Much of the time, it makes me laugh.  Other times it makes me think more deeply about subjects than I would have done if I wasn’t different. Either way, I have decided to use this “gifting of weirdness” to share some of the adventures of being me. That is what this section is for…. If I can help encourage just one person, then it’s worth the potential humiliation.

I find the older I get, the less I care about embarrassing myself anyway, much to my children’s chagrin. Tee…hee….