I was lugging a 50 pound bag of flour home from the small shop down the street that sells eggs, rice and flour in bulk. The wind, rather chilly yesterday, made the 4 block walk seem a bit longer than usual…or was it the 50 pound bag that got me wheezing….or the cold/flu that I am now sharing with the children. At any rate, it all struck me as hilarious.
Life for me has changed a bit.
Daily chores that I didn’t think twice about three months ago have now taken on a life of their own. You may think I am exaggerating (I am prone to making a blah story better) but no my friend, this is a true statement. For example, making sandwiches for lunch. I have some peanut-butter and jelly loving kiddos. Not much thought went into that lunch of choice except for which low sugar jelly could I convince my picky eater to enjoy. Now, it all starts with me lugging home a 50 pound bag of flour so that I can begin making bread for my family.
I actually enjoy the challenge of it – most days. I was pretty proud of the green bean casserole I served up at Thanksgiving. I started with mushrooms and ended with homemade french fried onions for the top…it was pretty good. Yet, earlier this week when I set out to buy a humidifier. Oh lordy! I am not always so eager to embrace the crazy market and not so proud to mention I am very willing to pay a few extra dollars to the lady at the market who doesn’t make fun of my faltering Chinese. Yes, I did buy a humidifier in the shape of a pig. It is pink. The lady was kind to me. It looks just great sitting in my living room…end of story.
Not sure if I am really telling this in a way that makes you understand how funny all of this truly is.
I am an independent, perfectionist who likes to have things neatly wrapped up. You can’t even imagine how opposite from that my life now is. I am a blubbering idiot when trying to talk at the market. I no longer know how to cook the most simple of dishes, I am wheezing as I trudge up hill all for a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich.
“G0d, you have my attention.”
Just saying. Having my world turned upside down isn’t a bad thing. It is just what I needed….a reminder that I can’t do this all on my own. I am not perfect and I am pretty sure JC didn’t intend for me to have life all wrapped up neatly with a matching bow.
Leaning on Him.
Learning to draw closer, rely more, and trust.