A Fish Out of Water

 It's 3 AM

I was awakened abruptly by my glucose monitor alarm. 55 it read. Again?. Second time this week. Ozempic is working overtime. Not good. I don't get worried when the scale goes the other way; 250, lets say. All that a high count does is interfere with the job that the kidney is supposed to do. 55, on the other hand, supposedly starts killing brain cells. I'm losing enough of those already. Not anxious to lose a bunch more. Grabbed an Airbourne tablet and chewed briskly. Took care of the problem fast. Pure sugar.

OK, so I'm up now. And the remaining brain cells have been working overtime. NOW I'm tapping away on my laptop, again at four in the morning.

I immediately realized that I completely forgot to begin my blog yesterday by introducing "Barnaby" ... my fish out of water; the image I purposely chose to headline my future ramblings.

Barnaby was the result of a random brainwave some time back. He is cute, isn't he? In his bright yellow rubber "wellies", as the British call them. It is short for Wellington boots. We Americans prefer to name them "boots", or galoshes. Barnaby is supposed to be the inspiration for a children's book. The Holy Spirit woke me up on a different night telling me my next project was to write about Barnaby. What is the significance of a "Fish out of water"? I have observed fishes on the back of lots of cars and I am told they signify that a Christian is driving the car. Are they driving like one? Maybe not. What is a Christian? I think I have a pretty good idea what it is supposed to be, but it seems pretty hard to live like it sometimes. Barnaby, like a lot of us Christians, got bored swimming around with other Christians and decided one day to crawl out of the water and see the rest of the world. As the story progresses and he has spent time talking to squirrels and worms and the birds, he begins to have difficulty breathing the air that he is not supposed to consume. He knows he needs to go back in the water but he isn't sure if he will make it.

Uh-oh! Here comes that "Doubting Thomas" creeping back in my brain again. 

Napoleon Hill once wrote a book called "We are what we think". I always felt that was pretty profound. We definitely are what we think; and a lot of the time they aren't good or productive thoughts. Maybe that is why our ancestors wrote in their memoirs that the Holy Spirit was sent by Jesus to enter our minds and direct our thoughts. Why is this important, you ask? Well, I think it is pretty obvious that in the absence of a guide like the Holy Spirit, our brains can become subjected to very random and evil thoughts. Thoughts that tell us it is ok to walk into a school and start shooting people because exterminating others just because they do not believe the same things we do is what some guy in a turban said was necessary. Evil is everywhere and if, as Mr. Hill said "we are what we think", then it must be pretty important to control those thoughts.

How's that for a thought at four o'clock in the morning on a Friday.