Cross In My Window: Thank You for the Inconvenience

Monday, May 9, 2016

Thank You for the Inconvenience

This past weekend, my mother and step-dad were getting ready to go into town for a day long adventure. My step-father is usually always running late and I know this sometimes aggravates my mother.

This day, however, his tardiness saved their home.

Excerpt from my mom's Facebook post on Saturday after the incident:

Sitting here this beautiful morning giving tanks to our Lord. He is an awesome God.

This morning as we were getting ready to go into town. I was sitting on the couch while Tony was in the shower. I heard a big pop, then several more, then I saw smoke. When I went outside to check it out I saw our powers breaker on fire. I called Tony to come out and turn on the water hose and dialed 911.

Tony ran out of the shower and put the fire out, but the fire department and sheriff still came out. The electric company had to come out also to change the transformer. The electricity will be off till we get a new box.

Thank goodness we were home or we would have come home to no home at all. The house would have burned down.

Lord thank you for taking care of us.

This made me think of all the inconveniences in my life - heavy traffic when I am running late, the slow line at the grocery store, forgetting to set my alarm clock, the slow internet speed. I could go on and on. How many times did God intervene, allowing these small inconveniences in my life in order to save my life?

I will try to remember this the next time I am confronted with an inconvenience.

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About Renee

I often refer to myself as a wallflower or turtle: A wallflower because I am an observer of the world around me, quietly taking it all in, mulling over what I see and experience, and sometimes writing about it in blogs, sermons, fictional stories, or poetry. A turtle because I am slow and often withdraw and hide. Whether running or making a decision, I tend to dawdle, but I will get there, and once I do, I commit. I often withdraw into the safety of my shell while I am internally working out the details of life. Take this blog, for example. The wallflower/turtle me would rather keep all this "junk" to myself. Each time I write, though, I have no choice. I must get the stuff inside me out, and when it comes out, I feel God urging me to share. Each time I argue, He reminds me of how certain moments in my life may have been different had I realized I was not alone. So, this blog is my faithful pursuit to let whomever may stumble upon it know that they are not alone. We all have "junk," parts of ourselves we wish we could ignore, but we belong in community. Our survival relies on how well we care for one another. Like playing the drums (an old, out-of-date hobby), writing is my way of putting myself out there, being on stage, and still enjoy a bit of anonymity.