Piglet Meets Joshua and God…But No Hittites

PigletAlan Alexander Milne understood people very well—I think. He died in 1956, two years before I was born. But the Winnie-the-Pooh stories and characters are still one of my favorites. C.S. Lewis said,  “A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children’s story in the slightest.” So true. I just finished reading A Wrinkle in Time for the four millionth time—still love it. Just like Miss L’Engle, A.A. Milne created characters with which we can all identify– even though they are animals.

For example, I closely identify with Piglet. He’s a bit insecure, kind, accepting, but tremulous about the world at large. He likes friends like Winnie-the-Pooh because WTP is kindhearted and a bit unsophisticated about the world, but willing to brave bees for what he loves: honey. He also likes having Tigger around, though Tigger is quite dangerous. He helps Piglet become a bit more adventurous. I think he is glad that Owl is around because Owl is the voice of pragmatism. I’m very like Piglet. I even have friends that are combinations of Pooh, Tigger, and Owl: sassy, kind, and brave. I need to be around brave people because I’m a bundle of fear.


What in the world are you so afraid of, Cindy Lou? (And yes, I am a Cindy Lou.) Shall we make a list? (These are in random order—I’m nervous about chronology because I could place something in the wrong order and have to rethink the whole list.)

  1. Fleas
  2. Tornado warnings
  3. Walmart
  4. Driving to strange places by myself.
  5. Failure
  6. Big dogs unless they are very furry.
  7. Live fish.
  8. Knives in the hands of killers (haven’t met any but the thought terrifies me)
  9. Failure
  10. Dying
  11. Phone calls (everyone texts me these days—if the phone rings then something bad or upsetting has probably happened and then I’ll worry and be afraid for the person who calls—usually one of my grown children)
  12. Filling out financial forms
  13. Gluten
  14. Waking up in the morning unsure if my body is going to be sick all day (thus going gluten-free)
  15. Family members dying. Sure we all will have to do it, but nonetheless, it’s hard. It’s scary. It’s grief. Soul-numbing grief.
  16. Tyrannosaurus Rex—what if we COULD use dinosaur DNA and make a T-Rex?
  17. Drones. I don’t want to hear drones instead of birds during my morning walks. No drones.
  18. Snakes, of course.
  19. Swimming in the ocean because there is no bottom. No there’s not. Really.
  20. Growing old and getting dementia and barking at my grandkids.
  21. Trailer houses.
  22. Moving to a new place at 56 years old
  23. Failing to make an A in every one of my remaining five Master’s classes. (Currently 4.0 after five).
  24. Disappointing my parents and my children.
  25. Disappointing my hubster.
  26. Disappointing my new pug puppy that I pick up on Wednesday. Her name is Zoey with one “o” though I love Zooey Dechanel. She’s more of a single “o” type of pug.
  27. Falling in public. I do that periodically. Last time was in Seattle right on the main drag by Pikes Place Market. There was a stumble (I was looking up at the sky as I’m prone to do), then a moment of panic, then acceptance as I hit the gravel with bare knees and naked hands. People stopped to see if I was ok. Hubster grabbed hold of my arm and didn’t let go for several hours.
  28. Confrontation. I am not smart enough about politics to debate policy. I don’t want to be put in a position to defend myself because I don’t know why I can’t just have an opinion without people confronting it. Thus Facebook is scary.
  29. Buzzfeed tests on Facebook. The Moose is my spirit animal? Really? I mean, I don’t believe in spirit animals and I’m part Cherokee so that should be right up my Native American alley.
  30. God. Or lack there of. Wait. I’m a Christ-follower so that isn’t a good thing to throw out into the world. Ok. I’m 99.9% sure that God exists and that Jesus was his only son and that Heaven exists. I’m banking my life on it. Really. If I live my whole life serving Jesus and living as He tells me to in His Bible and then I die and there’s nothing—I’m ok with that. It’s been worth it.


Ah oh! #30 caught the eye of God. There will be a discussion over this. After all, I just finished listening to Rick McKinley from Imago Dei in Portland during my morning ramble (they have an app for that!), and he was discussion Joshua and the whole “be bold and courageous” repetition. As a “Piglet” this is not my strong suit.

God: Cindy Lou, so you are only 99.9% sure that I know you and you know me?

Me: Maybe. . . I mean if we were actually having this conversation out loud with you sitting in the chair next to my computer, then maybe I’d be 100% sure.

God: I get that. In fact, I get that a lot. Have been getting that a lot for quite awhile. Nothing new under the sun as Solomon so beautifully expressed.

Me: I’m sorry. Humans aren’t good at the whole faith thing. Did you know they made a movie about Noah? Oh wait, you’re omniscient. That’s another thing I have a hard time with.

God: Yes, I saw them working on Noah. I’ve seen the film. They left me out. Good entertainment as long as you don’t think it’s actually what happened. Hollywood. Charlton Heston as Moses? Couldn’t they at least find a Jew? Oi vey.

Me: Now about this bold and courageous thing. You know I’m a Piglet, right?

God: I’ve known you before you were born. I saw you in your mother Lois’s womb. I saw you born, and I can see when you die. I can see all the places and spaces in between.

Me: Oh. So you know about…

God: Yep.

Me: And the other time. . .

God: Cindy Lou—I know you. I know your failures and your successes. I know your heart and your mind. I understand what makes you tick. I’ve got you. Do you hear me? I’ve. Got. You. And you are fully forgiven and fully loved and fully mine.

Me: I heard you that time, Lord. I heard you in the whispering birds and moving trees. I see you in the blossoming life and dark clouds. I hear you repeated in songs by Audrey Assad and through the words of others who love you. But…

God: No buts. Cindy Lou—be bold and courageous.

Me: I don’t have any Hittites surrounding me. Just life.

God: You do though. Every time you are confronted with something from your culture that goes against my Word and you reject it as truth or you turn off the television or refuse to conform to trendy morals, you are fighting the Hittites. You are being bold and courageous.

Me: I need a tee shirt that says “I fight Hittites in my sleep.”

God: How about just relaxing and trusting me…even when you’re nauseous and you don’t know why. Even when your body is swollen and throbbing with inflammation. Even when you don’t know what you’ll be doing in two years or tomorrow. Even then. Be strong, bold, courageous and walk.

Me: I’ll try. I really will. But I’ll fail.

God: Hey, it’s ok. Remember Paul—everyone has sinned—failed to live up to my desires for them—fallen short of my glory. But I’m a pretty compassionate God. Very patient. Long-suffering. Merciful. And righteous.

Me: That’s a bit scary. The righteous bit.

God: Don’t be afraid, Piglet. I’ve got your back.

Me: Resurrection, right?

God: Resurrection. It’s coming—and I don’t mean on ABC.

Me: Ok. 100%. I’m sure of you 100%. I’ll try to live like it. I will.

God: I know. I love you. I love you more than the moon and stars and the mountains—some of my best work. You are my best work.

Ok, so that’s a silly conversation, but it’s real. It’s based on my own fears and God’s truth. As Lent climbs towards Resurrection, I will meditate on Joshua 1:6-9. I will walk in 100% certainty of God’s existence and covenants. He has never broken His word. Ever. It’s not in His nature.




Author: cindyloucamp

A displaced Okie living in Northern Colorado--or NOCO as the natives call it! I'm a retired high school English teacher married to an adventurous fellow who loves to hike in the mountains and go off-roading in our bright yellow Jeep Wrangler, Lucy. I am "Nana" to three wonderful kids and cherish every moment with them. Now that I'm retired, I've found that I actually love gardening--weeds are tools of Satan and my mission is to defeat them! I'm also a terrible coffee snob and will sniff out the best independent coffee shops in any town. Books, books, and more books is my personal mantra. Given the choice between clothing or books, books win! During this season of life, Jesus is teaching the importance of urgent prayer, daily Bible study, and reliance on Him and Him alone. I write out of the overflow of God's teaching during my time with Him.

3 thoughts on “Piglet Meets Joshua and God…But No Hittites”

  1. Hi Cindy Lou,

    This is a beautifully-written piece of work.

    I often wonder if other people share any of the same fears I do and well, yes, now I know there’s someone else besides me who trembles about snakes, driving to strange places alone, getting old and the biggie … dying.

    Your analysis using the characters from the Pooh stories is just super! I love that!

    Fabulous read which leaves me with plenty to ponder. 🙂

    Take care.


    1. Cathy,
      I’m so glad you liked it! Made my day! When I used to work as a communications advisor for a high school, we published a monthly magazine–one issue I wrote an extensive test on how to tell which Pooh character you are! I wish I could find it! Too many computers since then!

      Grace, Cindy

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