Spiritual Dodgeball

Russ and I always used to say -- "Life is a game ... and we play to win." Funny how competitive we both were. Looking back it all seems like that was so long ago and another whole life that I just can't even relate to right now. Things always were perfect. Everything went right back then. If something went wrong ... no worries, we fixed it. Together. We were an unstoppable team. Nothing was a big deal.
Well, I'm here today ....right now ....by myself ... and I'm still playing this game of life but the game has changed and now it seems like I'm no longer playing to win ... I'm all alone just fighting to stay in. It seems like everytime I turn around some new bad thing pops up. Over and over ..... it seems like NOTHING is right. If I have a good day three terrible ones follow. The game has now changed to a supernatural game of Dodgeball with the Devil throwing huge piles of crap at my head trying to get me out. ...and just when I think I can't go anymore and I want to throw in the towel and quit, I look at the faces of my little animals ... my puppies, my donkeys, and that little shit head - Oopsie - as he looks up and smiles at me ..... and I think I can't quit yet. I need to keep ducking and weaving and stay in this dodgeball game of life. .....for them.

I had a dream .... the Devil got a big, juicy pile of crap and threw it as hard as he could directly at my head and I panic and freeze .... but then God jumped in front of me and blocked it. SPLAT -- took it all over his white robe .... and in his beard. It was gross. ...but I was safe. I'm still in the game. Suck it Satan .... you're gonna have to throw a lot harder than that .... I'm in this game ....I've got God on my side blocking all your shit.... and I'm gonna play to win. (**yeah probably not the prettiest analogy ..... but whatever, that's how my mind works :o)