Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Out of the poop

Yeah, it’s a poop post. A poop post with a spiritual message AND a bad word.

When someone poops on you, when a monkey throws its own poop at you, or when you accidentally step in a big steamy pile of poop, or when you realize that you’re completely surrounded by poop and the only way to get on the other side of it is to stomp through it, remember this.

Poop is not the final word. If there were no God, poop would be the final word. An animal would take in its supper, use what it needed and discard the rest as a smelly, nasty, sticky, useless substance, and that would be the end of that. But it’s not. The sunshine and elements break the poop down into nutrients that nourish the soil. A bird that ate something elsewhere flies over and poops as it goes. Its droppings contain seeds, which fall into that soil and God sends the rains and look what happens.
God ALWAYS has the last word.

Ferris, Ellis County TX, by Laura Vu

Remember that when the devil turns your best intentions all to shit—it’s not over until God has His say.

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