We got through months and months without running water inside this old mobile home. We got through pot after pot of rain water from the living room ceiling. We got through loan after loan for the old car’s repairs. And we got through unexpected health issues last Fall.
So I was really annoyed with myself this morning when I felt
myself overwhelmed by feelings of almost self-pity. I was annoyed because it is
only water under the crisper bins in my fridge. I’ve asked a guy in our
community to deal with what is probably a clogged drain hose or something. But
why I was feeling not up to the task is that I must replace a folded
half-hand-towel under the bins and remember to remove it after roughly 24 hours
with a dry one. How hard is that?
Ok. So I must get on my knees on the floor
but I do that when I brush the cat at night. We all know it’s still in my skill
range for these old joints. So it shouldn’t be a big deal, especially
considering all the really big deals the past few years.
I felt embarrassed worrying about it. One of my friends said
that worrying is a sin. I only half agree with that because you, too, Sweet
Jesus, worried at times. That night in the Garden, for instance, you even wept
and asked to be let go of the coming burden.
So that is why I think you understand what happened to me
today.
Looking back the past few years, I think maybe all of that stress
that I thought I was coping with so well might have temporarily caught up with
me. I’m fine, now, I think.
I just need a lot of help with one part of this - I need you
to remind me each day to change that towel! I really am concerned that I will
forget and come out in the morning or come home from an errand and find water
all over my floor. Now that, I know, would be a mess I do not want to deal with
if, together, we can avoid it.
So, thank you, yet again, Lord Jesus, for all your help. And
please, in your compassion and mercy, help me to deal with this in fine order
while I wait patiently for the repair... I trust in you.
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