Ever had one of those days–or weeks–where everything seems to go wrong? Last week was that kind of week for me, discouraging to say the least. First, during a torrential downpour we noticed wet carpet in our living room from a leak in our sliding glass door, caused by a broken seal. Apparently this has been going on for a while. The damage was more than anticipated but not as bad as it could be. We spent the weekend trying to find a good price on a replacement.
Secondly, my dryer blew up. No, it didn’t catch fire, but when I hit the start button it gave a violent jolt, followed by a sound much like air escaping a hole in a balloon. The dryer is only seven years old, was purchased new, and has all the bells and whistles, which interpreted means more can go wrong and will cost a major organ to have repaired.
Thirdly, because bad things seem to always come in threes, my favorite hen was attacked by a chicken hawk. She survived, though the poor thing is missing every feather off her back and has a nasty neck wound to overcome.
The above complaints are on top of getting our oldest son a set of braces, vehicles in need of repair and new tires, a larger chicken coop to finish building… oh, the list goes on and on. Things I didn’t foresee in my mental plan when sitting in an apartment as a newlywed, dreaming of a house with a white picket fence.
But truth is, I’m blessed to have a home. It may be a hundred years old, get drafty from time to time, and have a few leaks here and there, but it’s ours. And it does me good to step out into the sunshine, breathe in the fresh country air, and hang some clothes on the line. As for the chickens, I wouldn’t have them if I lived in the city, and like it or not, nature has a natural order of things. Worrying won’t change my circumstances, so why waste the energy?
“Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” –Matthew 6:34