Sometimes you feel like a nut

Falling, falling everywhere

acorns take us by surprise

Surely they will hit our heads

When we’re not looking with our eyes.  

‘Tis the season to keep watch

Falling nuts are everywhere

So kindly proceed with caution…

Walkers, joggers- beware!

We have noticed that acorns are falling out of the trees like crazy lately.  Many times, the girls and I have barely missed being clonked on the head by a falling acorn.  On this particular day, all three of us just missed being hit. It’s just nuts, I tell you! Literally.

My youngest has a nut allergy- tree nuts, to be exact. Can you imagine a Thanksgiving without pecan pie?  No nutella?  Never a brownie garnished with walnuts? Those are the biggies for her. She knows exactly what to steer clear of, and surprisingly, it does not make her sad in the slightest to avoid any of these goodies.

Wouldn’t it be awesome if we were able to look at sin like this?  To effortlessly avoid the things we knew were not good for us…and not see it as “depriving” us of something we want? If only we could see sin as something we are “allergic” to.  Instead, we want to drool over that pecan pie and get our forks as close as we can to it! Then we think oh, just one bite won’t hurt me…but it does! Even one tiny bite will hurt someone with a severe allergy. Because my daughter knows what happens to her when she partakes of “nutty” things, she steers clear of anything even resembling a nut.  And so we, too, should steer clear of sin- the things that are stumbling blocks in our walks with Christ.

So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin. James 1:17

Speaking of nuts we decided to go to Dunkin Donuts that day- a far too frequent treat of ours. I got my usual coffee and the girls get their donuts.

“We’re just having a nutty day, aren’t we?”  I tell the girls.

One of my daughters has a crush on a boy at school, and gives me frequent updates on what goes on at recess.  At times it sounds like a soap opera.  She knows she is not allowed to have a boyfriend, but I admit, listening to her talk about all the recess drama is quite entertaining.

“Momma- you know who are really nuts?  Boys. Really. They are just nuts.“

“Momma, I guess that means I’m allergic to them, huh? she says with a sly smile.”

If only!

Oh, how I wish you were, my nutty girl.

Sometimes you feel like a nut…