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Itís Not a Mess Unless I Do It (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: May 03 2023Views/Reads: 21/17Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Words are important and the most important word is the word of God. Hiding Godís word in my heart will always lead me in the right direction and bring me to that place of blessing.
 



When it comes to words, everybody has their own definition. 

Someone says one word and another person thinks it's altogether
something else. 

For example, when someone says vegetable, The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage thinks broccoli. On the other side of the dinner table, I 
think carrot cake. We have never been able to come together on this 
word. 

I often get in trouble when at a restaurant. The waitress comes to take
our order, then looks at me and asks what vegetable I wanted. I reply, 
"I'll have carrot cake for my vegetable today." 

I then smile, knowing I was in deep trouble. 

The waitress smiled back at me and said, "Okay, sir." Then went back to
process our order. 

When the order came, there on my plate was the vegetable of the day, a
slice of carrot cake. I tipped that waitress rather generously. I love 
it when a plan comes together. 

Our most significant contention with words is the word, "mess." 

As far as I know, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is an expert in
defining a mess. I'm an expert when it comes to creating a mess. 

She has everything well organized and in its proper place. 

All you have to do is walk into her craft room and you will discover
what a well-organized room looks like. She has everything in its place 
and knows exactly where to go when she needs something. 

Every time I walk into her craft room, I get dizzy. In that room
everything has a place and is in its proper place. I could never work 
in that environment. 

If you walk into my office, you will find the epitome of what a mess
looks like. If I can't create a mess, it doesn't exist. 

My wife is anti-mess and hates mess with a passion, and often I find her
sneaking into my office trying to organize my mess. 

Last week I was working on a project, and I needed something, so I went
where I saw it last. Unfortunately, it was not there, and I could not 
find it. I was in a panic mode because I needed that for what I was 
working on. 

As I was searching through my office, The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage stepped in and said, "What are you looking for?" 

I said, "It's nothing you would know anything about." I continued
searching. 

She persisted in knowing what I was looking for; finally, I gave in and
told her what I was looking for. 

"Oh, that," she said, "it's right over here." She walked over to one of
the bookcases, pulled it out and handed it to me. I just looked at her, 
not knowing how to respond. 

What she needs to understand is that my mess is an organized mess to my
standards. Just because it isn't organized as she would like doesn't 
mean it's not organized in some fashion. 

My definition of mess is "Making Everything Self-Sufficient." 

I had a crazy thought, which is nothing new for me, to show her how
important it is for people not to interfere with their space and leave 
their mess alone. 

I found out about a project she was working on, and some ideas began
dancing in my head. (Thank you Chubby Checker.) One question took the 
bow: What if? I thought about that for a long time and tried to figure 


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