Wednesday, February 20, 2008

locked in the bathroom with socks on her hands

Hannah locked herself in the bathroom today.

She went ahead of me when we were going up to get a bath. When I got to the bathroom door, I heard her inside calling out in a scared voice, "open, door open".

I said, "Hannah, open the door". She said "I can't, can't open door". I then remembered that she had socks on her hands (we keep it cold in our house). She was beginning to freak out so I bent down closer to the doorknob (her level) and said "Hannah, calm down. Hannah, listen to me. Take the socks off of your hands". A few seconds later BOUYAH - the door was opened. The socks were laying on the floor and all was well.

I think this is how we are even as adults. We get in a situation, then freak out. It is hard to think when you are freaking out. It is hard to hear anyone when we are listening to the bad thoughts running through our heads. We panic instead of calmly listening to the voice of reason or even better the voice of our Father.

As a dad, I knew the situation of my child. I knew how to best communicate with her. I was so proud of her for being calm enough (for a red head - that is huge) to listen to her father.

My point: Our Heavenly Father knows our situation. Even when we get into situations because of bad choices, He knows. He knows how to get us out and He wants to help us. We just have to be calm enough to hear His voice.

The next time you are locked in the bathroom with socks on your hands - listen for your Heavenly Father. He will be laughing at you for having socks on your hands.

5 comments:

Derek said...

Ooh....Gary....good point, but to be honest I've never heard of people walking around with socks on their hands. Am I just naive?

The Truth said...

Actually Derek, the Fowler family (and most West Virginians) indeed wear socks on their hands as a homage to the sock puppet. This is how these "types" communicated their feelings and originally worked a long time ago.

Originally from England, the long line of sock-men (as they were once referred) began with Charles Lindsey Fowler. "Fowler" derives from the Latin meaning "bird grabber". The womanfolk, tired of eating diets of thistle and such, cajoled their men into hunting the region's only edible animal, the bird. The men, perhaps too daft at the time or not really owning to the fact of being "hunter/gatherers", failed miserably in securing sustenance for the community.

See? Now we get to Charles Lindsey Fowler who, while darning his socks made a puppet (a very smelly puppet) to entertain his son. While playing, a bird flew to the window enchanted by the movements of this tiny, smelly animal. As it flew closer, Charles smacked it about the head and neck, back, throat, legs, stomach, eyes, beak and wings....twice. They had a meal!!! He trained other menfolk of the region and Fowler began to be called the bird whisperer/grabber. Later on, he used his sock bird as a means to communicate with his wife, children and guys at the bar as they sidled up to a pint of meade. Strange at first, this evolved into psychiatry using dolls for similar purposes - one reason why Scientology hates socks!! So there's a bit of history...

The Truth said...

Actually Derek, the Fowler family (and most West Virginians) indeed wear socks on their hands as a homage to the sock puppet. This is how these "types" communicated their feelings and originally worked a long time ago.

Originally from England, the long line of sock-men (as they were once referred) began with Charles Lindsey Fowler. "Fowler" derives from the Latin meaning "bird grabber". The womanfolk, tired of eating diets of thistle and such, cajoled their men into hunting the region's only edible animal, the bird. The men, perhaps too daft at the time or not really owning to the fact of being "hunter/gatherers", failed miserably in securing sustenance for the community.

See? Now we get to Charles Lindsey Fowler who, while darning his socks made a puppet (a very smelly puppet) to entertain his son. While playing, a bird flew to the window enchanted by the movements of this tiny, smelly animal. As it flew closer, Charles smacked it about the head and neck, back, throat, legs, stomach, eyes, beak and wings....twice. They had a meal!!! He trained other menfolk of the region and Fowler began to be called the bird whisperer/grabber. Later on, he used his sock bird as a means to communicate with his wife, children and guys at the bar as they sidled up to a pint of meade. Strange at first, this evolved into psychiatry using dolls for similar purposes - one reason why Scientology hates socks!! So there's a bit of history...

BeckE said...

All I can say to the Truth's comment is ... KA CHAW, KA CHAW!

DFowler said...

Why is there a picture of an elephant's behind by your "all about me" stuff?? HA!