So my “ugly” post is being received about as well as bowl of poison berries. I just felt like I had to say life is ugly. Sometimes. We may white-wash her, prop her up in a corner, and paint her lips, but she’s still ugly. There are people who are hurting, who have lost everything, who need some hope. Some days are all about washing machines leaking puddles of sudsy water all over the floor and dryers burning up. (true story) The blessing is hope, even in the middle of all the ugly.
Enough about that. Maybe I should stick to words and forget about artistic expression through lousy snapshots.
Now on to more frivolous, but equally important topics…
This Sunday FringeMan and I were anchors in a tug-of-war. We were on opposing sides in a four-way tug-of-war. Think about that. How much of a chance do you think I stood when pit against FringeMan. He most certainly had an unfair advantage. Both myself and every single unfortunate child on my team went flying through the air. I lost my flip-flops!
I think the Awana leaders set us up for comic relief.
Then it was parents/team-leaders against kids in a game of dodge ball. Those children don’t mess around. It was war and we handled those dodge balls like they were live grenades. I launched one directly at my daughter and it walloped her in the head. Perfect shot. It exploded on impact. Then they told me head-shots don’t count. In what war do head shots not count? It’s my own kid I took down and you’re gonna give her a second shot at life?
It was a fierce game, but they gave us ice-cream sundaes when a cease-fire was called. Ice-cream heals many wounds.
Maybe it’s the cure for all the ugly in this world.