Whatever Happened to “MySpace” (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 11 2025	Views/Reads: 21/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If I am under the “shadow of the Almighty”, nobody can ever compromise my safety. I don’t have to worry about my situation because I am not defined by that. I am defined by my abiding under the shadow of the Almighty. If you can compromise the “Almighty”

When I was young, one of my life priorities was “My Space.” I defended
it with everything I had. 

In school, I had to defend “My Space.” Several times, I even had to go
to the principal's office and explain what “My Space” was all about. He 
didn't seem to understand, and I had to explain it several times. 

At home with my siblings, I had to define the parameters of “My Space.”
Even though I explained it to them several times, they never seemed to 
get it. Their idea, and I do not know where it came from, was that “My 
Space” was “Their Space.” No matter how often I explained it to them, 
they never seemed to understand what I was discussing. 

One of the great privileges of moving away from home was that I could
now defend “My Space” without any interference from anyone. I can't 
tell you how much I enjoy that freedom. 

Then, I thought about it for the first time in, I don't know how many
years. Somehow, “My Space” was being violated. 

I had to move my office somewhere when I retired from the church. I had
close to 10,000 books, so I needed somewhere to put them. So, we added 
an office space to our home. It cost some money, but it was a way of 
establishing “My Space.” 

Fortunately, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage supervised the
construction of my retirement office. There had to be a lot of shelves 
for all my books, and she could put them all together. 

When it was finished, I was so happy to see my books on the bookshelf in
my new “My Space” office at the house. I could enter the door, sit at 
my desk, and be all alone to do what I wanted. 

Sometimes, I sit behind my desk and look around at all the books in my
office. Except for Bible commentaries and dictionaries, I have read 
every book in my library. Some I have read several times. And I know 
just about where I got every one of them. They are the occupants of “My 
Space.” 

Then something happened violating “my Space.” 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage babysits our great-granddaughter
while our granddaughter is working. We have had our great-granddaughter 
for about two years now. She's about 2 ½ years old and has more energy 
than a troop of monkeys at a zoo. 

If I had half her energy, I would accomplish a lot in life. Just
watching her energy drains me of the little energy I have. 

In the morning, I like to watch the news on TV before starting the day.
Halfway through watching the news, the great-granddaughter arrives for 
the day. 

She will come into the living room, jump on the couch, and say, “Papaw,
George.” 

I've realized that when she says that, she wants to watch a program
called Curious George, a TV cartoon for children. Who gave her the 
right to “My Space” TV? 

For some reason, she believes she can invade “My Space” and turn the TV
to the program she wants to watch, regardless of what I'm watching. 
This is truly an invasion of “My Space.” However, she thinks she 
deserves to watch whatever she wants on TV, regardless of what I am 
watching at the time. 

At lunchtime, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will have my lunch
plate in the refrigerator for me to pick up. I will come to the 
kitchen, pick up my lunch plate, sit in my chair, and watch the news at 
noon. 

It's my time to relax and enjoy lunch. 

Just as I'm beginning to eat my lunch, the little great-granddaughter
will come to me and take things off of my plate for herself. Being a 


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