NOT A TEEPEE, NOT A WIGWAM

That's what I told the shrink I went to. I'm tired of having these dreams. The ones where I wake up and I've dreamed I was a teepee. Then the next night I dream I'm a wigwam. It goes back and forth, I told him.

His reply, "Don't worry; you're not a teepee or a wigwam. You're just two tents."

I don't know why, but our son loves that joke. But, hey maybe it helps him with his tension or is it tent-shun?

Stress is serious. I'm not sure the ad for stress relief would work very well. But we do all need that relief. Some find it in physical activity, some in sudoku or crosswords,(use a space and supply pun here), some in a good book. Many lean on the Lord for stress reduction. Without a doubt, that's the best, the only remedy that really works. That really lasts.

But I would imagine the most spiritual who know that they have no control anyway, continue to forget on occasion and try to rely on themselves. I know I do. Then I ask God to bless my plans. Arrogant? Foolish? Repetitious? The answer is not two tents or too tense, but three. And I do it repeatedly.

I'm glad I serve a merciful, forgiving God.