Jan 13, 2016


I keep my religous-ness pretty much close to the vest...not because I'm ashamed of it or out of some sense of guilty fear, but because it's one of the Big Three.

(The Big Three are the things one should probably just keep to oneself if one were to have any hope of playing well with others.)

(Oh, come on.  You know what they are: s-e-x, politics, and religion.)

But I digress...

I was talking to my Aunt JoAnn recently about a situation that has had me completely....vexed, and she said "Coni Jo, just give it up to God".

My Aunt JoAnn has given me other pieces of good advice over the years, especially the one about putting on your lipstick and just getting on with it, so I figured I'd give it a shot.  I don't normally do that kind of thing, since I always figured that the Big Man had a lot more important stuff to worry about than this idiot spinster bumble-clucking her way through things, and besides, I always figured that the best life philosophy was the one that told you to just sit in the back, keep quiet, and don't, under any circumstances, cause a stir.

But I digress again.

So as I soaked in the tub the other night I told the Big Man that I was just making a mess of this situation and that although He probably had other stuff like war and global warming to deal with, I could use a little help.

And then I remembered hearing one of the Housewives say "Jesus, take the wheel" and I thought that sounded pretty good.  So I did, and got on with things and patted myself on the head for matching advice from my Aunt JoAnn with something I saw on the TeeVee, since that just confirmed that the advice was sound and I was apparently watching the right channel.

Last night, as I was tossing and turning and fretting and worrying, Stewey popped his head out of the blankets and asked me what all the fuss was about.  So I tried to explain that I had recently decided to relinquish control over a situation and to just give it up to a higher power, but that I was a little frustrated at the path that was unfolding before me.

Stewey listened patiently, patted my hand, and nodded as if he understood and then told me that I couldn't ask Jesus to take the wheel and then bitch about His driving.

I sat in stunned silence.

He went back to sleep.

So, dear friends...give it up to God, listen to your Aunt JoAnn, and never, ever doubt that a nine pound Jack Russell terrier wearing a sleeping mask and a silk smoking jacket isn't truly the source of all wisdom.

Back to the Happy Chair today...we're closing in on a finish!


  1. Well said Stewey! Look forward to seeing your finish.

  2. You have NO idea how much your words today fit several situations going on in my world right now. THANK you Coni, Aunt JoAnn and Master Stewey!!

  3. I really need to remember the wisdom in your words. Thank you so much.

  4. It's only 1:30 in the afternoon here, and it's already been a day fraught with deadlines and assorted obstacles, but now that I've read your blog, THANK YOU for the first really good belly laugh of the day! I needed that!

    And this is me "...getting on with it!"

  5. As a young character in "The Marigold Hotel" (I forget the full name of the movie) said,
    "Everything will be all right in the end; if everything is not all right, it isn't the end."
    I think of that quote often when things are not going the way I think they should, in other words, they are going sh^$%ty, and they really help me get thru to the END>

  6. Thank you. I was ruminating about a problem and suddenly I am at peace. Thank you. Thank you.

  7. We are all precious in His sight. It says a bird does not fall that He does not know, they hairs of our head He has counted, He collects our tears. We are the apple of His eye. There nothing more important to God then our relationship with him.

  8. Stewey is very wise! I try to remember Julian of Norwich, "All shall be well,and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well"
    Wishing you peace, Liz

  9. Believe Stewey and your aunt, the Big Man is an excellent driver.

  10. The Big Man has been steering the semi truck of my life for many a year now and he is, in fact, the best driver of them all. He never cuts you off unless you are on the wrong road, never tries to race you at a light, and obviously, no obscene hand gestures. You are never safer than you are in his passenger seat!

  11. Your Aunt JoAnne is right, my life has been hell the last two years with my husband being ill, my mom being ill and just trying to live life. If you are needing an honorary sibling I think I could be the one. I am an only child, portly and love to stitch. I have also have dog (and a teen-age son), I love to stitch, but I don't have a happy chair. I have the end of the couch! Let Jesus take the wheel, he can't drive any worse than a teenager! I know from experience.

  12. Perhaps the Lord enjoys a wild ride now and then! ;-) Stitch on.

    Debbie in Kansas

  13. Coni, I missed this one due to my busy-ness. I just had to chuckle about: "So, dear friends...give it up to God, listen to your Aunt JoAnn, and never, ever doubt that a nine pound Jack Russell terrier wearing a sleeping mask and a silk smoking jacket isn't truly the source of all wisdom." Believe me when I say - I shall take your advice to heart! :) Cathryn

  14. I was scrolling through the archives in search of the Winter Tree (found it!) and came across this one, which is so wonderful you should totally convert Stewie's advice into a needlework piece. Which I would like to adapt for my own personal use if I may have his permission, Coni.