Oh, the Daze of My Life (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 31 2021	Views/Reads: 947/641	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If I know myself from God's perspective, that will be one step in receiving from God what he wants me to have.

When I was young, my mother was quite a fan of a soap opera called “The
Days of Our Lives.” I remember the title but I never would watch 
something like that. However, my mother enjoyed it and so what's there 
to complain about. 

As I was thinking of it, I felt that I should remember the days of my
life. But, instead of "days," I need to put in the word "daze," which 
more clearly represents my life. 

At times, I wish I was 16 again because I was the smartest person in the
world. I knew everything; all you had to do was just ask me. Of course, 
back then, nobody asked me anything. 

When I got older, I realized that there were a lot of things I did not
know. Like one of the FBI directors said, "I don't know what I don't 
know." I relate to that statement. How my life would change if I knew 
what I didn't know? 

Looking back, I must confess that my life has been primarily in a daze.
At the time, I did not realize it. It wasn't until recently that I 
realized how much of my life was in a daze. 

As a veteran husband, I've come to know how much of a daze I have been
living in. It does not bother me what I don't know. It has never been 
an issue with me as far as I can remember. Then, of course, my memory 
is in a daze. 

It occurred to me this past week. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
asked me a question when I came in the door from a day at the office. 

“Have you seen how much my pineapple tree has grown?” 

I did not know where to start with this one. I just muttered something
like, "that's really amazing, isn't it." 

When I said that, she stared at me with one of "her stares." 

I'm quite familiar with that stare, and so I knew I was in trouble, but
I did not know the trouble I was in or why. 

I just flashed a smile in her direction and tried to walk past her, but
nothing of the sort happened that way. 

“You didn't know,” she said with both hands on her hips, “that I planted
a pineapple tree in our front yard. Did you?” 

Well, she got me there. I could not tell a pineapple tree from a tomato
plant when it comes right down to it. That's how much of a daze I am 
in. 

With that information, she took me outside to where the pineapple tree
was and showed it to me. 

"See," she said, pointing at the pineapple tree, "there is the pineapple
tree." 

Now my daze is getting cloudier. 

I need to understand what to do when my wife catches me in such a dazed
position. How in the world do I get out of such a predicament? 

"That's a pineapple tree," I said with as much glee in my voice as
possible. "That is an amazing tree. You've done a great job with that 
tree. You must be thrilled." 

I stopped to catch my breath because I didn't know where to go from
there. I had no idea what I was saying and no idea if she understood 
what I was saying. 

I paused and glanced in her direction and got my answer. 

She said, "That is my favorite plant that I've ever planted. It looks so
wonderful. I can't wait to see it grow even bigger." 

With that, she smiled one of those smiles that told me I was out of


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