Our perspective frequently does us a disservice.
It dictates our moods, how we relate to others, and how we think God perceives us. Our perspective trumps Truth.
I just finished rereading One Thousand Gifts, which was the book we studied for our women’s group this summer. The book recommended finding things to give thanks for, even in the midst of hard circumstances. It isn’t calling evil things good, but reconciling the Truth that we have a good and sovereign God. We need to change our default reaction to difficult situations. Recognizing the way God shows his love for us can help us recapture (or just plain find for the first time) the joy we have in our salvation.
Yesterday I practiced giving thanks, and not despairing in my limited, human perspective of events.
After much deliberation, Marcus and I decided it was time to put our 13-year old lab down yesterday. I guess I always thought there would be a definitive moment we knew we needed to put Jake to sleep. There wasn’t; only a steady decline in his mobility, hearing, sight and control of bodily functions. Regardless of his decline, Marcus and I didn’t feel we were being very merciful.
However, we had many good years with Jake. He loved to hunt with Marcus, and was able to do so until this last year. What a faithful pet he was, and I am thankful for the time we had him, even though he feigned deafness or not understanding English any time I issued a command.
I left after supper to take back 40 pounds of unopened dogfood, and have coffee with a friend (thankful), I received the first text of the evening:
“Matt spilled all the Botta Bing Cherry fingernail polish. You should pick up some more.”
The next text:
“In your bathroom. It’s fine now.”
Poor Matt had gotten something out of my bathroom cabinet, accidentally knocked my full bottle of Botta Bing Cherry off the shelf, which then shattered on the travertine tile. He scrubbed and scrubbed with fingernail polish remover and a magic eraser. It doesn’t look too bad.
Thankful. Thankful for a son-in-law who loves our family enough that he takes time off from studying for his GRE to have a water balloon toss with my baby. And yes, she is still my baby.
After my coffee date, I headed to Super Target. Blueberries were on sale (thankful). In the checkout line, I received a call from my youngest:
“Mom, the iron fell on my leg and burned it. Katherine took care of it. Can I watch a movie with her until you get home?”
No panic. No tears. I wondered, “How bad can it be?”
On the way home, I received a text from a friend I had been praying for. We had been praying about her husband’s work, which had been very slow for a long time. He had gotten a big job – the specific one we had prayed about. Thankful, Lord.
I remembered I needed to touch base with another friend who had had a hard week. I called to encourage her, and she ended up consoling me about Jake. Funny how that works. Thankful for that, too.
When I got home, a haze of smoke filled the air. A sighing Katherine explained she had made the cherry dessert for her father’s birthday. It had bubbled over in the oven and started smoking. She had put aluminum foil on the bottom of the oven, but it was overcome. She ended up putting cookie sheets under the cherry dessert pan, as evidenced by the concrete substance now permanently affixed to them. When she had pulled the dessert out of the oven, it had spilled cherry juice into the bottom oven’s door, and all over the floor. She had mopped repeatedly, but my flip flops stills adhered to the tile.
Thankful. Thankful Katherine wants to make a dessert for her dad. Thankful it was the night before I clean the kitchen.
Then I walked further into the house to find Rebecca. She sat next to the light, so I could study The Burn on her thigh. The perfect imprint of the iron. The innermost part already peeling skin. My stomach clenched. She saw my face, and she worried more. We looked up how to take care of it, and when to see a doctor. She wasn’t in a lot of pain, so we dressed it and she slept on the floor of my room, because it made her feel better. I didn’t know how she would be able to go shoot trap and ride ATV’s the next morning at my dad’s acreage for Marcus’ birthday. I thought we should go to the doctor first.
This morning, The Burn looked better. She felt OK. Marcus said she would be fine, even though when he saw it he exclaimed “WHOA!”
Thankful. Thankful it wasn’t worse. Thankful she could go celebrate a birthday with sisters and daddy. Thankful we can still go to the doctor this afternoon if we need to.
I need to keep practicing thankfulness, as I know worries will attempt to overcome me, and I will need to give them over to God. And little by little, I pray the peace that passes understanding will be a permanent fixture in my life, and I can serve others through it, and give glory to my God.