Not Just An Ordinary Garden Gnome
Camille: Hey Rumplestiltskin. Are you excited about spring?
Rumple: Yeah, you know it.
C: Give it to me straight, Rumple. Did Powers ever... you know... mark you?
C: Oh, Gnome he didn't!
Get it? Get it, Rumple??
Rumple: I've heard that one before.
C: Whatever, Rumple. Listen, how did you end up here? Guarding our ivy? Greeting our guests?
Rumple: Well, there's only so many things for tiny, bearded men to do. The Keebler elves were snobs! You can't make ANY mistakes- if you confuse baking soda with baking powder even once.. forget about it. Then I tried to join up with the shoe-making elves but they were all hopped up on pixie sticks so that they could work all night. I got peer-pressured into trying them and developed an addiction. A few months later, I hit rock bottom when I sold my lumberjack's axe for a pack of fun dip. I got into rehab, got clean, and I decided a life of solitude in the ivy was for me.
C: There ya have it. Wow. Thanks, Rumple. For this thought-provoking look into your life. You just say, "No." okay?
I have issues. Who knew? Hey, guess what?? Spring is here!!!! Look- from our front yard.
Am I becoming a crazy old lady who talks to gnomes and takes pictures from her yard? Next thing you know, I'll be bird watching and recording the species that I see in my bird journal. No offense, bird watchers. Birds are great, but I'm 24. But the spring does remind me of this: God can bring life out of dark, dead places. I see it all around me and in my own life, the Lord has brought joy & peace where there was fear & darkness. Yes, thank you Jesus!
And thank you for these two yahoos.