Those Days
Keyra sympathizes
Ever
have one of those days? The kind that makes you wonder if there is a reason for
the dark cloud hovering over you; words you don’t usually say out loud dive out
in center. “What the?” might slip out, disguised in a cloud of pity.
Yesterday
was my turn. After battling with my heavy duty bike lock for five minutes in
front of the Doctor’s office, I finally gave up and parked it inside the
building under the stairs. (See past blog about bike getting stolen.) Now I
regret not listening to my ENT (Ear, Nose & Throat) doctor and having my
earwax cleaned out every few months. I let a year go by until they got so
clogged I couldn’t hear, like my head was stuffed with a pillow. You might be
thinking, “So what? Get the gook suctioned out.” That’s what I thought. The
problem was I used eardrops which melted the wax and let it harden again onto
my eardrum and ear canal. The pain of ripping it off was worse than going to
the dentist and feeling the drill. Doc had to give up before getting it all out
or he would rip it off my eardrum which he informed me would hurt more than
what I already experienced. Okay, I’m good. I can hear a little better. Get me
outta here.
My
bike ride to work was fine. Work was fine—I’m happy as long as I can write during
my lunch break and drink coffee—until I experienced the job hazard of working
in medical records. I dropped two chart binders on my toes. Wearing comfy thin
fabric unfashionable sketchers didn’t help. The more I walked around the
building, the more my toes swelled and hurt to touch and bend until I was
limping my way home. I could still pedal with my heel, but I needed to walk. We
had tickets to a Broadway show the next day. We only do this once a year. Why
now?
Now
the guilt. I realize how small my problems are. My sister suffers with chronic
back pain, never complains, and I’m whining over a few sausage toes that will
heal in less than a week. I should be thankful it’s just “one” of those days
and not a month or years. The pain also changed my focus. Before smashing my
toes, I was concerned about what to wear to the show. Did I have time to shop
for a new outfit and get a haircut? And I really needed new shoes…but all that
didn’t matter when I felt pain. My puffy slipper boots felt the best. Style…who
cares? I was able to walk ten city blocks and see the show.
"Be
joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is
God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. God wants us to
have joy no matter what kind of day we are having. So let us not be tempted to
say “What the?” Every day should be one of those “good” days if we know God
loves us and watches over us.
Please share how you overcome distractions and stay focused on God.
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