Sunday afternoon I was making some Zucchini Chocolate Chip Bread. (One of the requests from certain men in my household is: Now that I have "more time" because I am not "working", would I please make those yummy breads I used to make?) So, I was making the bread. I had two loaves in the oven and was sitting in the adjacent room while they baked. I don't know how long into the baking process is was, but at some point I heard an odd noise and then a buzzing coming from the oven. I walked into the kitchen to see what was going on and discovered the oven had turned off. It still had power - because the light came on when I opened it - but the control panel was completely dark and the oven wasn't generating any more heat. Sooooo, I closed the door quickly and left the two loaves in the oven for a long time - hoping in vain that they'd finish baking. (Actually, the ends baked enough for one or two good slices and you could carve a slice off each side, but the middle was a gooey mess.) And then, I sat down at my computer and thought of all the snarky, pity-me-please status updates I could post on Facebook so the whole world would know how inconvenient my life had just become. I mean, really. My oven wasn't working. Never mind that I still had a working stove top and microwave. Never mind that I could go to the store and buy a yummy loaf of bread. Never mind that I could load my family up in the van and go out to dinner if I wanted to. Never mind any of that stuff. My oven was broken. And as a result, my life just got harder. And I thought the world should feel sorry for me. So I was going to come up with a clever status update to garner the sympathy I deserved. But instead, I logged on and saw this picture which my friend had just posted along with this thought: I was going to complain about my dishwasher breaking but then I saw this...and I remembered what it is so easy to forget...
And, boy, was I ever convicted of all I'd forgotten. I don't recall inviting God to my pity party, but I am so glad HE came and reminded me of what's true.Wednesday, January 28, 2015
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3 comments:
This is a keeper!
Yep. I understand your frustration and learned to count my blessings while without an oven for 2 weeks and throwing my sink water out the front door for 6 weeks. Thankful that God is always there with reminders from family and friends that He cares for us. Those little inconveniences just make us look to Him more.
Kaira - Thank you. :)
Crys - Indeed, they do. What a good exercise it is to learn to give thanks in everything!
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