SACRED (WIFE & FAMILY)

To Whom This Will Concerns:

During our preparations for a Meditation walk the other day, there was a group discussion, debate rather, over an imaginary billiards table the guys were seeking approval for from an R.A.. The area they were suggesting to place it would not fit it due to a load bearing wall being in the way. Of course, the clients stated to merely knock it out to the utmost disgust of the R.A., seeing, again, it is a load bearing wall. To me, this reminded me of the current situation, which is really an ongoing situation for me, in that every family I have begun to create was met with others suggesting to the wife/mother to merely replace me: to go ahead and knock out the load bearing wall. Logically, over time, I have seen the women of my past, and the same making those ill suggestions, have no common sense.

Later, after the walk on the way back, some of the guys agreed to line up for a sprint down the sidewalk just after crossing the street. Of course, they all had a meeting of the minds, agreed to the sprint, offered their considerations in the form of some hidden prestige, then, one, two, go! Only one guy took off, the rest flinched to make it look like they started, but stood still and mocked the one who truly ran forward according to the agreement. Made me think of the same ongoing situations in that it has always been me launching forward, then mocked for being stupid enough to believe I was going to have a partner run the race with me: an other half to help bear the load.

Then, later that same night after the Meditation walk, in the front living room, three of the guys found what looked like two small rugs as they were joking around speaking in tongues as I call it (they call it “freestyling” or rapping). When I looked over to the rugs I immediately noticed the textile of Al Kaaba in Mecca. Without haste, I got up and walked over to the Prayer Rugs and yanked them from the guy’s hands telling him those were sacred, knowing he was not going to utilize them properly. I was told I had to replace the two rugs since I was, in his mind, literally stealing them, actually taking them from his hands, man to man, face to face, telling him, “no, no, no, these are sacred.” So, I ran upstairs and got him a thicker bath mat one uses to step out of a tub or shower onto to avoid slipping; telling him the thickness compensates for this “two for one”, period.

Point is, I can prove I have been honestly trying to have something sacred, just doing so from the pig trough (Luke 15:16). I’ve been to a lot of places, seen a lot of things, and picked up some valuable lessons along the way.