A Bit About My Hilarious (and not so Hilarious) Adventures
I panicked. I thought they'd deleted this one. Needless to say, everything's now all out of order. Oh well. Praise God it's all still here as a testimony! Just an update: The whistling kettle's whistle broke, but fortunately it still hisses! Four years on, I frankly no longer care whether social media tracks us; I don't say anything people don't already know. The song remains my favorite, and that verse at the bottom is now my e-mail signature as a constant reminder.
December 9, 2009
I swore up and down that I would never join these networks and tell everything to the whole world, not to mention the concern that these sites could be used as wonderful tracking devices! But alas, I finally did sign up in order to send a message. Now that’s been accomplished, and it’s time to simply have fun and hopefully help others along the way.
I decided to post this because it’s really kind of hilarious, and those who know me will recognize the context. For those who simply stumble across this, just a little introduction as to why this is so funny. I am totally blind—no color, no shadow, zip, zero, nada. More importantly, I haven’t been really completely alone for more than 17 years. Last year, I lost my husband very suddenly. I mean, literally, he took me to work one morning, and I found him that night!
That said, this last weekend, I put on the electric teakettle one of my friends helped me pick up shortly after the tragedy. As the water finished boiling, I heard the heating element making a funny noise. For some days, I’d been wondering why the counter constantly got wet, since I would meticulously wipe it off. I quickly unplugged it when I heard the noise; then I lifted the kettle to discover water dripping out of the bottom onto the counter—and apparently into the heating element! I opened the lid to try to find out why it leaked, and what do you know! One spot was warped, as in melted! I thought, Dear God, the whole place could have caught fire!
I don’t know even now if I accidentally let it boil dry or not. I’ve been so scattered all year it’s entirely possible. After a few seconds of panic, the whole thing seemed absolutely funny. I could imagine my husband laughing at me from Heaven. Naturally, I decided to forego the plastic electric kettle this time, and two days ago, a friend took me to find an old-fashioned whistling kettle for the stove.
As we near Christmas, I feel compelled, lest someone run across this and finds him/herself less than merry, please don’t assume that I’ve found all my own misadventures so humorous. I’ve probably averaged 4 hours of sleep most nights all year. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve nearly gotten creamed because someone made a distracted turn. Every time it storms, I’m reminded that my husband’s gone because he always used to take me to work in those conditions, and now I’m sloshing through Lake Superior to reach the front door. But through everything, I know God has never left me. If anything, I’ve railed at Him, asking why over and over again, and still, He’s patient enough to listen. Sometimes I’m so weak I want to crawl into the floor. I’ve always loved music, but even Christian music seemed to mock me at times. I told a couple of people that before.
But the amazing thing is that God’s economy uses everything and everyone to accomplish His purposes if we open up to it. He began putting music back in my life from some most unexpected sources, and I think if some people knew the sources, they’d brand me a heretic. A few days ago, I thought of a couple of lines from “Never Gonna Be Alone” by Nickelback: “If you ever feel like letting go, I won’t let you fall.” An image of those climbing walls came to mind. They harness you in and then give you just enough tension so you have to work to get to the top. If you’re like me, your arms invariably turn to jelly one rock from the top. (Never mind that when I’m doing it, I’m generally receiving horrible directions and they’re usually placed for people with really long arms!) At this point, they can increase the tension to help you make it or lower you down. For the past year, it seems that God has increased the tension when I could no longer hold on and felt like falling into the floor. He’s brought friends at the perfect times. He’s protected me through all those mishaps.
Every time I get into a discussion about faith, God, Jesus Christ, etc., someone always asks what kind of God would allow suffering. I’m not about to offer platitudes any more than I want to hear them. But I’m coming to the conclusion that if some people are correct, the proverbial camel dung could hit the fan soon, and somehow, all this suffering keeps our mental/emotional/spiritual muscles from becoming atrophied. It’s something like this:
2 Corinthians 4:8-10 (King James Version)
8We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
9Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;
10Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.
So, whether the event is hilarious or otherwise, whether I feel like it or not, here’s wishing a merry Christmas to anyone who doesn’t exactly feel up to it.