Hey everybody, it’s Beans. Can you believe I could steal away to the computer without being seen? David must have been in here last because the chair is raised to a long-legged young man position. Amy and I need it on the shortest leg position. She’s at jury duty again today. I doubt she’ll have time to post today, so I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you about life in the pits.
Sometimes I have understood that people get into a state of mind they call “the pits”. Supposedly this is a time when they suffer the blues that can turn into serious doldrums, even clinical perhaps. Beth Moore has written a book called, Get Out of that Pit. Amy has it on her bookshelf and I think she read it a year ago in a weekend. She liked the book. Since I have never read it, I cannot recommend it to you, but Amy probably would suggest it to any of you are dwelling in the pits today.
The reason the title of Beth’s book resonates with me is because Amy told me to “get out of the pit” just a couple of days ago. My experience with pits is one of safety and security. I feel as though I am hiding from the cares of the world when I’m in a pit. By burying my face it’s like a mini-vacation which is appropriate for a mini-dog like me. When I am in the pit, no one can find me….I am lost to the demands of life there.
See? It makes me think of that old hymn “Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms. Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.”
One thing. Always check for deodorant! Without it, now THAT would be the PITS!