Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Straight Lines--100 Words

[While I wish I could claim ownership of the yard in the photo, alas, it's not our yard. Maybe our new home will look this good!]

Straight lines.

I cut grass today.

I enjoy doing that.

I enjoy cutting the grass in straight lines.

It looks organized. It looks clean. It looks as it should.

How I wish all of life could be measured in straight lines.

You know. The shortest distance between two points.

In relationship to my career, every decision would be clear and the direction would be easily recognized.

In relationship to family, we’d know exactly what each other needed and then tackle it head-on.

Yet, life doesn’t come to us in straight lines.

Normally, it comes like dodging flowers.

And, dog poop.

1 comment:

  1. Just like in cutting grass I wish people would keep their dogs out my yard or at least pick up after him/her, I wish the enemy would keep his poop out of my straight lines. Just a thought from someone who will need to cut his grass within a day or so due to all the rain we have been having.


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