Sunday, June 10, 2012

Read the sign

The parking lot attendant took our time-stamped ticket.

He examined how many minutes we had been inside the market, saw that it was under 30 minutes, and raised the gate.  As he did so, he mumbled under his breath, and shook his head. "People are so stupid. Why doesn't she just read the sign!  It says right there," and then yelled at the poor woman who was approaching him, saying "What?"

"I said, the hours are posted right there!! Read the sign!" Apparently the woman wanted to know how long the parking lot was open.  The hours were posted on a sign just at the entry way to the underground garage.

His anger fueled in me both an angry response ("don't be so mad at her, she probably just couldn't see the sign and Lord knows, I would have done exactly the same thing") and an empathetic response ("poor guy probably gets that question about a dozen times a day; he must be so tired of people asking).  Sometimes when I am at the end of my patience rope, I snap at people for their actions which are innocently performed.  My spiritual practice, however, is to try to remember (with God's help) that I, too, have been in their shoes and usually without much prompting can understand their silly actions.  I've begun to say to myself, "People are so funny!" instead of critiquing.

Which got me thinking.  I wonder how often God puts out a sign for me. 

DO THIS!! BE THAT!! reads the sign.  But I don't see it.  I'm distracted by the car behind me, honking it's horn.  Or by the cute little girl in her glittery outfit with silly wings on it.  Or by ... well, any number of bazillion things.  I don't see the sign. 

Thankfully, because God is God, God never yells at me for being stupid.  I imagine God just takes a big deep breath and says, well, I'll show her that sign in another place. 

thanks, God!

Enjoy this poem about God's acceptance of my silliness.  

God Says Yes to Me

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes


  1. Love the poem! And the reminder to look for God's notices today. Thank you!

  2. I love that poem, too! I remember you reading it during morning report years ago at SRHS. Ah memories.

    Yaar N