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Your Toothbrush is on Fire!

January 13, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.

So it was the first thing that popped into my head when I read Lisa-Jo’s word prompt today: awake.

I can’t really do the story justice, though.

What would be best is for me to video my Sissy telling it.

That’s enough to make the tears flow and the sides hurt.

But here’s my best attempt in five minutes without edits.

GO!

I remember my dad bellowing, I mean singing, “Oh what a beautiful morning!”

It was probably on the weekend.

I also remember burying my head under the covers.

So. Irritating.

But weekday mornings were different.

He could not get out of bed to save the day.

Or night.

Except he was a volunteer fireman.

And if the phone rang with that distinctive ring, no matter the hour, his feet hit the floor.

But on days he had to work–nada.

My mother would sit at the kitchen table and begin her chant.

It got louder and louder.

Jerry. Jerry! JERRY! JAAAR-EEEE!

Nothing.

She’d get a cup of coffee and come sit down again.

Jerry. Jerry! JERRY! JAAAAR-EEEE!

She’d light her cigarette.

Jerry. Jerry! JERRY! JAAAAR-EEEE!

Sip and drag.

Jerry. Jerry! JERRY! JAAAAR-EEEE!

I don’t know how long it went on.

And I don’t know how he ever made it to work.

Except the one morning she changed her tune.

Jerry. Jerry! JERRY! JAAAAR-EEEE!

YOUR TOOTHBRUSH IS ON FIRE!

His feet hit the floor.

He was awake.

STOP!

Just for the record, toothbrush bristles don’t burn. They just kind of melt.

As you can see.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could approach every day with my dad’s what-a-wonderful-(weekend)-morning enthusiasm?

I remember attending a Dale Carnegie seminar years ago where we were taught that “if you act enthusiastic, then you’ll be enthusiastic.” And that we could build the habit of enthusiasm if we bounded out of bed each morning and exclaimed, “I’m a ball of fire!”

Personally, I prefer a more quiet and peaceful morning enthusiasm.

But wouldn’t it be great if we were as attentive to God’s voice as my dad was to the fire phone?

If we could greet the beauty of each day with gladness?

If we were awake and ready to join in His work moment by moment?

If we were alert and responsive to his every whisper?

Isn’t that our highest calling?

Blessed the man, blessed the woman, who listens to me,
awake and ready for me each morning,
alert and responsive as I start my day’s work.
~Proverbs 8:34 (Message)

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  1. Sheila says

    January 14, 2012 at 6:41 pm

    Yes, yes, yes, yes, and Amen!

    Love this, Sandy!

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 9:37 pm

      🙂 🙂

  2. Lynn Mosher says

    January 14, 2012 at 6:52 pm

    LOL Oh, you chocolate-covered-Brussels-sprouts eater! So fun! I love this! And yes, to arise and be on fire for the Lord and His Word…oh, my! How different our day would be! Thanks for this! Love you! 😀

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 9:34 pm

      If we changed our days, we could change the world. At least our piece of it. Love you, too!

  3. Lyla Lindquist says

    January 14, 2012 at 8:29 pm

    Sandy! This is the day you decide to set your toothbrush on fire? How I wish you’da been at breakfast with me today!

    I feel an even greater kinship with you now. Should I mention that before I tried to start the church kitchen on fire this morning my blow dryer also sort of burst into flames?

    • Sandra says

      January 14, 2012 at 9:36 pm

      Ha! Should we request that we be kept far apart when we register for LL? We could be dangerous together.

  4. diana says

    January 15, 2012 at 2:00 am

    Giggle. Guffaw. Giggle. LOVE this story – and boy, can I relate to your dad. (As you noted in my response to this prompt. :>)

    • Sandra says

      January 16, 2012 at 9:29 am

      🙂 🙂 🙂

  5. Taylor says

    January 16, 2012 at 4:37 pm

    Ooh, love the way you write. Might have to keep stopping by to get a dose of that! Glad you participated in FMF!

  6. Sandra says

    January 16, 2012 at 4:43 pm

    I would love that, Taylor! Thanks for popping in.

  7. Joanne Norton says

    January 20, 2012 at 5:19 pm

    I always have to grin when the Lord speaks to me; have one specific part of my head where the messages and instructions hit. I’m NOT a hollering wake-up person in the morning. Prefer to not have it happen. My husband avoids it for me. Didn’t go that way earlier in life. I’m MUCH happier now during the wake-up stretch.

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