Last week I had at least one of those days when it seemed that more went wrong than went right. Now nothing constituted an Earth-shattering event, there was just an accumulation of little things that triggered a few too many "aagghh" moments. Even as I scribe this weekly article I'm asking myself, "Really Linda, nothing was that serious. Are those times really worth writing about?"
I figure they are for two reasons. First because I'm not the only one who finds themselves in that predicament at times but more importantly, because it is my and your reaction that really counts.
My thoughts led me to a version of a very old question: How many [insert group] does it take to screw in a light bulb? As a writer and recent recipient of that pile of irritants, I love this response to the question: How many writers does it take to screw in the proverbial light bulb? Nothing less than a vast and teeming horde stretching from sea to shining sea.
That's what I call a perfect example of exaggeration, the pure and simple amplification of a challenge. Have you, like me, often dealt with frustration that way? A rebuff from one person can become a churning emotional abyss where we figure the whole world is against us. One mistake or wrong decision can make us feel like we've messed up beyond redemption. Or those times when a simple task turns into a maze of convoluted responsibilities beyond our power to fulfill.
The more I learn of the sustaining grace of God, the more I realize His care extends far beyond the teeming hordes and the sea to shining sea to the tiniest detail of my life.
"But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. (Luke 12:7)
Thanks, Lord. I'll stop pulling them out!
