The Ultimate Back Bend and Sloppy Lip Service

As the end of the day approaches, when we lay or lie our mind down on our lucky restorative pillow, we can ask ourselves: Were we the best at our exercises of our heart? Of the tall tales, of the heat of the moments, the “he said she did,” the ongoing bickerings of “I cannot do this on my own anymore.” Because change is needed.

There comes a time in our human existence where getting what is in need is way more important than getting what is wanted.

Stay tuned.

Acceptance does not mean a seat at the table. Even He knew many thousands of years ago that there were betrayers among the so-called- family and extended persons on that fateful night of the last supper. The pass the empty pizza box down the row to what used to be is either a veiled threat or an inconvenient truth of what was oneupmanship. Or oneuphership... Not to mention the false gesture of solidarity provoked in a “ I was here way before you—back off.”

To her.

But not him. Again. Heavy sigh of relief or heavy sign of the same old same old. Same difference, actually.

So the exclusionary tactics and lip service continue. To serve the who supposedly paid attention to the specifics, the details, but not to the one who he said mattered. More lip service?

Probably. Along with the smacking of the toothless fairy of empty promises and busted up dreams. Sounds all so dreadful and final. The punishment may or may not fit the crime and the outcome may have been long and coming. Or short and sweet. Either way, when we lie, or lay our heads down at the end of another long and fruitless day. What we think we crave is fool hearted repetition of patterns?

Hopefully not. Then again. Who knows.

God Only Knows.

Acceptance. May never come.

What we can do?

A whole lotta prayer.

A whole lotta prayer.

And a request.

Grant us the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. My hair? My toothless smile? My pants? My shirt? My shallowness in the face of fear?

My attitude.

Further. The courage.

To change the things I can? Yes.

The wisdom. To know the difference. As long as the game is being served, why not? Play. No.Because we do not have to when we are on His team.

For thousands of reasons.

Hundreds, even.

A sell out. Is. A sell out.

The ultimate lip service is lip service.

Welcome to the madness or welcome to goodness. The process may really, at times, be in the punishment. And that is ok. Provided the outcome comes with growth, maturity and a willingness to forgive. (Like a fine wine)🍷🙂

If not? Same old same old. Continues with the same cast of characters.

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. More importantly. The wisdom. To stand up in the face of the ongoing same old stories, same lies and deceit.

It takes a strong soldier to forge on without or without the back up of the “wishies washies.” Who only attempt a “clean up in aisle 8,” when the intention is the same old same old. They are generally “all wet.”

Anyway. In the interest of not digressing. And forward progress, productive in the sense the bad habits of lack of regard to go away, with the lies, lip service and fraudulent promises of “Don’t call me, I’ll call you.” We want him, not Him.

Definitely. Not her.

The quiet ones, we progress in ways others will never care or come to see.

Not in this lifetime anyway.

We seek. We find in Him the courage to carry on when we feel lost and alone. Back breaking stuff of mind games and beautiful images. What to do. What to do?

Move along. Don’t wait for the phone to ring. Pray like the dickens. Hear Him when He answers.

When He answers.

Alert: Even churchgoers will hedge from time to time. Hey, no one is perfect and patterns tend to repeat themselves. I do not make the rules.

The bend and break comes down to who can mindfully achieve the screw of the screw and the screw into the head of another. The good news? He. Does not play. He stands alone.

Watching. Waiting. Welcoming.

For us to,

Stop it.

To revise the plan of our days for a life spent straight up and not on the verge of another’s pride and lack of personal accountability for the pain caused. Call it the receipt of all receipts, the lip service of all service. Quite an undertaking when the lies keep it going.

Living with credence, tolerance and a level of sufferance leads to forbearance. He grew up into a man who asked questions and He, overtime, learnt this. He then repaid our sins by shedding his body of our sins and frailties. He did. The good news is He knew what He was doing along the way to the cross.

We.

Not so much.

We may talk a good talk. Wish on a star. Play roulette. Call the boogie man to give us a hint of a clue, a premonition, but in the end we either shine or we do not. We change or we do not.

While on the road to acceptance we can bend or we can break. Pride parades exist as an inclusive belonging in safety of the numbers mentality of “I am not alone in my quest for change.”

True. To a point. We do not get to change how He made us, and we are not required to change our inner being as He made us perfect in His eyes. We can change our attitude each and every day. Only when we choose to play within the field of His dreams for us and through His work. Through Him.With Him. In Him.

We sin.

We lack respect.

We throw away empathy with the bath water.

We lie.We break. We bend in twister-like lies and frailties to change our own narrative instead of our attitude. Why? In order to see another day of our lies, innuendos and exclusivity.

We bid for something we did not bargain for.

Truth.

One beautiful day we stopped compromising. The beautiful day we stopped compromising was the day He came into our hearts and heads in ways unmistakeable and immeasurable.

And. It felt wonderful. Welcoming. Strangely comfortable with a reminder never to get TOO comfortable.

To put it in purely business terms: “Acceptance is understand as assent by one of the parties to the terms and conditions of an offer. (Like passing an empty-pizza-box-down-the-row- of- past- lies, non-verbal mistrust and stick-it-to-you all patterns that will undoubtedly repeat and benefit me and not you) Yes. This kinda sh** still happens via 2025. If the acceptance lacks one of the necessary conditions to be valid (Thank God), then NO contractual agreement is formed.”

Amen.

Thank God. Remember. He knows the past can inform the future. He also knows,

It does not have to. Because He stood alone. Through Him, With Him, In Him all good things are possible. No bending. No breaking. No flip flops. No flip flopping on His field of dreams for us.

Thank God.

Thank goodness.