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The Tale of Three Little WIGS
The Tale of Three Little WIGS
(women in growth- seriously)
The first young WIG waved to her mom and dad saying, “It’s been nice knowing you but I’m itching to get out on my own. I'm beautiful, smart, and liberated. No drudgery for me! I’m going to make something of myself- you just wait and see!” And off she went to prove her worth- heedless of her parent’s warnings. They knew the kind of future she would face with selfish ambition and pride.
The second young WIG, was not ready to enter womanhood until she had taken every course offered at a prestigious finishing school. Completing her courses, she became enlightened by her newfound knowledge.Saluting her parents, she packed her diploma and bags with her IPad, IPhone, educational aps and her Garmin, she left her parents’ home. “No worries- I’m well prepared for anything and everything. Nothing can go wrong that I can’t handle.” she said with a smile and a toss of her head. Her parents begged her to take the First Book she had read with all the knowledge and wisdom of the ages. Boldy she replied, "This is a new millenium and I'm a new woman. I've outgrown the need for that kind of knowledge."
Because she had built on a mammoth rock, the wolf could not get to her as easily as he had the other two WIGS. He breached the dam up river, hoping to flood her out, but the house on the Rock stood firm. He paid his underlings with weather skills to send hail, sleet, and ice but again, to no effect. He even stooped as low as to employ derelicts who knew how to stir up tornadic winds that could destroy all but the brawny structures- but again- the house on the ROCK stood. Finally, he took up his complaint with the Chief Architect and Builder.
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The third young WIG was different. She had learned much from her parents and tutors. She studied the Book of Wisdom, prayed, and listened thoughtfully before she made decisions. One day, after much prayer and counsel and with her parents’ blessings, she took the next step and made plans to build her own home. She hugged her parents and said, “Thank you for sharing your blueprints with me! I want to build my house on the ROCK and have it become just as solid as yours is. I’ll call often when I have questions. Please pray for me as I start this task.”
The first childish WIG found a beautiful lot, with an ocean view. She quickly built her Tropical House on the sandy beach out of hay and palm leaves. With a smoothie in one hand and a book in the other, she laid back with a sigh to enjoy her leisure and success.
Scarcely had she relaxed when she heard a wolf’s deep voice, shouting to her through her door.
“Little WIG, little WIG- let me come in- Let me in so I can share your wins!”
But the WIG was determined to keep what she had! She didn’t want to share her success with anyone and besides that, she was right in the middle of her romance novel.
She replied, “Not by the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin!”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
And in one puff- the WIG’s house collapsed around her and she saw in one glance, that her house had lacked foundation and was built superficially.
The second juvenile WIG carefully surveyed her land. She then chose a forest behind her and a river beside her. She ordered a “stick kit” from Amazon and immediately starting building a prefabricated home made from sticks. She followed the kit’s instructions and in no time at all a cute home appeared. Feeling quite smug and self satisfied, finished her building she logged in and started looking for home furnishings at Target.
Scarcely had she logged onto the internet when she heard a wolf’s deep voice- shouting through her door.
“Little WIG, little WIG- let me come in- Let me in so I can share your wins!”
Now this WIG was smart. She knew her rights. She had bought and built this home with her own money and wasn’t about to be outsmarted! She googled what she should say in return.
As soon as the top result popped up on the computer screen she shouted, “Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin!”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in.”
Before the young girl could turn on the security system, the wolf blew and took down her house in two puffs!
The third little WIG took time while looking for the ideal ROCK on which to build her house. She wanted to set up her structure on something immoveable- earthquake and landslide proof. She came upon the Rock of all Rocks and began to pray how to start. She remembered her mother saying, “By wisdom is a house built” and her father saying, “No winds or rains shall ever prevail upon a house built upon the rock!” and to these wise words she added a prayer, “Lord, unless you build this house, I labor in vain. I need your help.”
She contemplated thoughtfully and prepared carefully for the task set before her. She knew it would be long and hard; perhaps it might take a lifetime. But she diligently set out to make her bricks and then lay them line upon line, one brick at a time. She was cautious not to take shortcuts, wise to consult her blueprints when she got confused. Time did not matter, only her best was good enough. She refused to kick back and take it easy but stayed at the work she had committed to.
Because she had built on a mammoth rock, the wolf could not get to her as easily as he had the other two WIGS. He breached the dam up river, hoping to flood her out, but the house on the Rock stood firm. He paid his underlings with weather skills to send hail, sleet, and ice but again, to no effect. He even stooped as low as to employ derelicts who knew how to stir up tornadic winds that could destroy all but the brawny structures- but again- the house on the ROCK stood. Finally, he took up his complaint with the Chief Architect and Builder.
“The house she is building isn't really on the ROCK- If you just let me near, I'll show you. I can huff and puff and blow any house down.”
The architect smiled and raised His hand. In a snap the wolf stood outside the third little WIG’s home.
“Little Wig, Little Wig, let me come in. I want to come in and share all your wins!”
The WIG was wise and strong and true and said, “I have no wins to share- everything I am and everything I have built, belong to Master Architect. It is His home, not mine that you come against. Nothing shall prevail against it!”
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
“You may try but I stand on the Rock. He is my fortress and my strength!” and the little WIG went about her Father’s business!
The wolf huffed and he puffed. He howled and he growled. But he had no power- no authority- no influence or cleverness that could bring down the house on the Rock.
AND, if that wasn’t bad enough- the wolf just about self-destructed as he beheld the other two little WIGS (whose houses he had easily blown down.) They entered in the house on the ROCK and began to get mentored by the Wise WIG who had built her house upon the ROCK!
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