I am honest in my writing in that I sometimes tell of things that might go unmentioned by normal people. I don’t do this to embarrass anyone, including family members; it’s just that I feel led sometimes to discuss touchy subjects in order to teach the wayward among us, to bring some light into the darkness. Here goes.
The other night I dreamed of another woman. I didn’t go to bed intending to do that; it just happened. The dream ended abruptly when this Jezebel’s armed with a shotgun boyfriend walked in on us. At this point I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath, scared to death. When I realized I was in my own bedroom and had simply been dreaming, I fell back on my pillow thanking Jesus.
Of course all this commotion did not go unnoticed by you know who and, turning on the light, she noticed the big wet spot on my pillow where I had drooled. “What’s wrong, Honey,” she asked, “and why is your pillow wet?”
I had to think fast here and that ain’t easy when one is fresh awakened from a bad dream about forbidden fruit, but I am a chicken thief if ever there was one. “Oh, nothing, I was just dreaming of a Heavenly blackberry cobbler and dropped it when I took it out of the oven; burned my foot a little, I think. That’s what awakened me so suddenly. ” “Bless you heart, I’ll make you one tomorrow” she said, and giving me a pat, she rolled over and went back to sleep.
I did feel a bit guilty about this but I have no control over what I dream of, and I wasn’t about to tell my wife I was dreaming of another woman. Lord Jesus, I’m not that stupid. I was once. But that was many years ago in the early days of our romance.
The key word here is ONCE. Wisdom comes with age it is said, but on this one occasion it came by experience because a cold shoulder for quite some time was the price for my being honest when asked why my pillow was wet. As the Scripture so plainly states, “A wise man conceals a matter but a fool tells all.” Amen!
“Just what is a Heavenly blackberry cobbler,” you ask? It’s the one with the whole berries so you have to pick the seed out of your teeth, or if you prefer, suck them out and try to spit them into the trash can across the room. Of course, if your wife is like mine, she can’t stand to hear you suck your teeth and therefore I have learned not to do that in her presence.
I mean if you know something aggravates your wife; don’t do it. Leastways, not where she can see or hear you. There is no point in stirring up a female panther, no point at all. You won’t win.
It might make for marital bliss if you ladies out there make your husband a Heavenly blackberry cobbler once in a while.
That way when you notice his pillow wet from nighttime drooling you can just say to yourself, “Bless his heart. He is dreaming of a cobbler. How sweet. I think I will make him one.”
Two-three cups whole berries (black or blue) rolled in one cup of sugar and placed in 14” baking pan. Make batter with one cup sugar, two cups self-rising flour, two cups milk, half tsp. nutmeg, half tsp. cinnamon. Melt two sticks butter and pour over berries, then pour batter and place in oven at 350 for 45 minutes.
Dream on and drool away, Big Daddy. Your excuse is tailor made.