Pickup Man
We've lived here about five months now and I still can't seem to organize the place and finish unpacking. I've had enough of that! An end to clutter and confusion, I say!
So today we went shopping for furniture solutions. We wanted an office wall rack or something to house printers, scanners, art printer (big), computer books, in and out baskets, and other office/techie space hogs.
We came home with a CD rack... a small CD rack.
Oh well.
I think I'll gut the place and start over. I can't find anything in there, anyway. Actually, most of the house is good, but the office is undeniably chaotic. I am at the kitchen counter with the laptop. I can't write in the office now. Too much of too much in there.
God has been gracious to provide us with some unexpected money and we are going to "fix" that office with it. Soon, I hope! I have some important work to do in there before Christmas.
Okay, this was deep. I, the woman who hates to shop, spent all day not finding what I want, but God blessed the day. Here's one lesson...
We were stopped at a light and noticed a well dressed woman on a bicycle loaded down with plastic shopping bags and a holding a large white piece of rolled felt. Riding one-handed and not looking at all, she turned into traffic and ran into a fairly new pickup leaving a nasty scrape all down the side. In doing so, she dropped much of her stuff. Now she's in the middle of a busy three-lane thoroughfare picking up her things, obviously unhurt.
The driver of the pickup is amazed. He first asks if she's alright and she nods, then he surveys the damage to his truck. The cyclist is unconcerned, riding out into traffic again with no hesitation at all. The pickup man stared, mouth agape, then shook his head and with a tolerent smile got in his truck and looked carefully before pulling out into traffic.
That man was wronged but didn't make a big deal of it. The woman was either completely uncaring or unable to grasp the situation. My guess is she had no idea of her own danger or her danger to others.
A lot of people are that way. Sometimes I am one of them. It's my mouth that is the problem, not a bicycle. I venture boldly into areas I should not enter, at least not without a cautious look and a prayer first. My words sometimes cause damage that I may not even know has happened.
I pray I will be more like the pickup man... he reminded me a lot of Jesus.
So today we went shopping for furniture solutions. We wanted an office wall rack or something to house printers, scanners, art printer (big), computer books, in and out baskets, and other office/techie space hogs.
We came home with a CD rack... a small CD rack.
Oh well.
I think I'll gut the place and start over. I can't find anything in there, anyway. Actually, most of the house is good, but the office is undeniably chaotic. I am at the kitchen counter with the laptop. I can't write in the office now. Too much of too much in there.
God has been gracious to provide us with some unexpected money and we are going to "fix" that office with it. Soon, I hope! I have some important work to do in there before Christmas.
Okay, this was deep. I, the woman who hates to shop, spent all day not finding what I want, but God blessed the day. Here's one lesson...
We were stopped at a light and noticed a well dressed woman on a bicycle loaded down with plastic shopping bags and a holding a large white piece of rolled felt. Riding one-handed and not looking at all, she turned into traffic and ran into a fairly new pickup leaving a nasty scrape all down the side. In doing so, she dropped much of her stuff. Now she's in the middle of a busy three-lane thoroughfare picking up her things, obviously unhurt.
The driver of the pickup is amazed. He first asks if she's alright and she nods, then he surveys the damage to his truck. The cyclist is unconcerned, riding out into traffic again with no hesitation at all. The pickup man stared, mouth agape, then shook his head and with a tolerent smile got in his truck and looked carefully before pulling out into traffic.
That man was wronged but didn't make a big deal of it. The woman was either completely uncaring or unable to grasp the situation. My guess is she had no idea of her own danger or her danger to others.
A lot of people are that way. Sometimes I am one of them. It's my mouth that is the problem, not a bicycle. I venture boldly into areas I should not enter, at least not without a cautious look and a prayer first. My words sometimes cause damage that I may not even know has happened.
I pray I will be more like the pickup man... he reminded me a lot of Jesus.
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