For the longest time I thought “Ebenezer” was a cup. Not just any cup, mind you, one of those old drinking vessels that might also be called goblet or chalice. My reasoning, you see, was all based on the hymn, “Here I raise mine Ebenezer, hither by thy help I’m come.” To my little girl ears, it sounded like someone was proposing a toast, glass in hand to having made it so far. I know better now, but I still feel as if I am far more likely to toast how far I’ve made it than to set a large stone on end. But truthfully, I’m not very likely to do either. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not slighting the role God has had in bringing me as far as I am. And it’s not a lack of gratitude that turns me into being one of the nine lepers who never returned to thank Jesus for his healing. (At least, not always.) Instead, I’ve found that many times I don’t want to draw attention to what God has done for me because I worry it will make others feel as if I am intimating that I am a favor
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one day, a bright shiny day, a doodle bug be sittin on a banana. a bright yellow banana. and she chillens all sittin there too. and they be eatin the banana. such a sweet banana as ain't nobody ever seen.
so they all diggin in to the banana, the mum bug and all them chillins, down to the lillest doodlin bug. such a tasty banana.
come sun down, mum bug round up them chillens, they bellies all stuffed. but mum forgets one chillen, the lillest doodle bug. the lil bug still be munchin away in the banana, munchin away and ain't nobody notice.
but a bit of time pass, and lil doodle bug, him notice. he mum bug done forgot and left him. and cry him. cry him in the banana.
or Move zig?
There was a puppet wich consisted of a baby monkey inside of a banana. I was making the monkey look like it was crying, so since you can walk something and you can burp something, obviously you can cry something to. So, I was crying him in the banana.
=)