Wordy

I used to be so wordy. Now I can hardly find one word to share with you. Life has just not been so kind lately. Inspiration comes and goes.

I have discovered wonderful kindness in others these past weeks though. So I guess I should rephrase that sentence.

Life has just not been so easy lately.

I had a customer last night who became very irate with me after our town hall meeting. I am new to the position of clerk-treasurer so I have much to learn. But not only that, this man and I have been friends for a few years. There is a discrepancy on how much deposit money he is owed after the sale of property. I show an outstanding balance on the utilities of the property.

What took place is very disturbing to me and I know I shouldn’t allow it to touch my heart so. In the scheme of things, this situation is trivial. After the last several months, and especially the last three weeks, I’ve watched loved ones walk the thin line between life and death, so $100 seems pretty petty to me. I wonder why or how this man hasn’t managed to learn some valuable life lessons.

Even prior to this year, my heart has softened greatly. I’ve had a life filled with water filled trenches, rocky pathways, and briar patches. I’ve learned everything single life lesson the hard way. But I have learned, and that is what’s most important.

This man not only upset and disrupted his own night, he upset mine and his wife’s, as she was trying to calm him down. He was so angry.

One thing I’ve learned is that not every conflict has to be a battle. In fact, there is not much that truly needs to turn into a battle in everyday living.

So I need to handle this situation delicately. And I will. And I need this man to see Jesus in me.

Life has been turned inside out. Loved ones are still struggling. And I feel I’ve been blindfolded and spun in a tight circle and now, in the darkness, I have no sense of direction.

But God is still good. I do manage to see his love and his goodness in every day and in the people in my life so I still have hope.

And I have hope that the man in my story will soften and realize that not everything is a direct, purposeful attack on him as he subtly suggested. That is not who I am.

My Jesus didn’t die for just me. Michele, Matt’s sister, helped me with a visual. Now I see a drop of blood on the shoulder of every person I come across. And there is blood on that man’s shoulder as well.

I had no idea what I was going to write past that third paragraph. I guess I found some wordiness after all.

As we walk into this new day, it is my hope that we can come together to work for good. That we are kind and compassionate toward others regardless of where they are in life and that we strive to please God, always. ♥️

Andi

Thank you, Michele. 💕