Well, let’s see … what does my life look like right now? The word bleak comes to mind.
A house badly in need of a good cleaning; an untidy garden desperately in need of tending; and a head of hair sorely in need of some color. Two more months and I will no longer be a Jones – I’ll be a Whitehead. Oh, and two dozen tulips bulbs that never got planted.
The check engine light on my truck is on and the mechanic tells me my catalytic converters need replacing. He said it will be a “bit pricey.” Wonder what he means by that – $500 or $5000? In the meantime he said it was fine to drive – just won’t get very good gas mileage.
I used a half tank of gas going to Walmart just now.
My property taxes are due and I’m going to be hard-pressed to cover them because I got monstrous doctor and hospital bills from my mishap last fall when I had to have my head stapled back on. I think it still may be a little loose!
Yet, in the midst of it all, I have a friend who helps me put things in perspective. She has a husband with a fatal, incurable, untreatable, degenerative brain disorder who can no longer safely live in the same house as the family.
She has essentially become a single mom to three teenagers. They’ve had to sell their nice custom-built house in a safe, quiet neighborhood so they could buy a mobile home located in a mobile home park in a not-so-nice area just so they can afford to support two separate households on a limited income.
Another close friend is dying of cancer, and her future is limited to days or even hours instead of months or years.
In both these cases, the friends have maintained their strong faith in God and have turned over their futures to a power greater than themselves.
I wonder if anyone else, like me, gets all bogged down in the little daily annoyances and loses sight of the bigger picture at work in our lives. I have no right to grumble or be depressed, nor do I deserve to face this day with anything other than complete joy and gratitude.
On the brighter side, I have a new neighbor moving in today who is already a good friend. I’m plotting how to install a gate in the fence separating us so we can go back and forth in our nightgowns.
Hey, I just talked myself into starting the day over again. And again and again – if I find myself falling back into the miserable pity pot without warning.
For sure, I’ll offer nothing but encouragement to the people I meet today. You just never know what challenges they are facing, so much greater than our own.