Saturday, August 15, 2009

A Worn-Out Truck

It's a rusty-orange and dirty-white truck.

And it's there a lot.

Because she's there a lot.

She works there.

A lot.

I pulled in to find a park early in the afternoon to buy my groceries, and I saw it right away. And right away, I heard Him tell me to breathe and be thankful.

Thankful that I am blessed. Really, that I am spoiled. Because I don't have to work outside my home (just on the internet), because I am not trying this whole thing alone, and because for me, "alone" just means that I can buy my groceries without my children.

Thankful that I have a husband...and not just one, but one who helps so much. I just heard a girl friend tell me how she notices what an incredible father my husband is. And I know she's right. He's not one of these who looks at you as if you've asked him to slit his wrists when all you asked of him was to wipe some peanut butter on a slice of bread. He's not afraid to get his hands dirty.
Maybe I should have said "poopy." Because that's what kids do. (It's true.)

My morning had been riddled with one frustrating moment after another...and I couldn't even explain why it bothered me so much. I tried. But I couldn't.

The cat's tail had been pulled a number of times, the kids' picnic table had been over-turned, the T.V. station only played "the Elephant" once (and this was a tragedy), yogo-bits were not allowed for breakfast, and the cat had stolen one of the spoons intended for cereal consumption.

But then I saw that worn-out truck. And I turned my wheel into a park, unplugged my brand new iPod, sat with the freezing blast of air conditioning pointed right at my face...and I had to say "I'm sorry."

Sorry for forgetting how it could have turned out.

Sorry for thinking of only myself.

And I know that I'll do it all again in time, but for now, I'm thankful. I'm thankful that I know who drives that rusty-orange and dirty-white truck, and I'm wondering what I can do to help her a little.

"A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones" (Prov. 17:22 ESV).

That it does.

Peace of Christ to you,

1 comment:

  1. I've just had a crazy morning trying to get three kids to school with hats and homework and lunches in their school bags. I've raced around the local supermarket to fill the fridge for the weekend before rushing home to do mountains of laundry. I made a cup of tea for 5 mins relaxation on the pc before starting the housework and I stumbled across your blog. This entry made me stop and realise how fortunate I am too. Thanks for making me stop and smell the roses.