God does not send us into the dangerous and exacting life of faith because we are qualified; He chooses in order to qualify us for what he wants us to be or do." Eugene Peterson
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After I get all of the mutating missionary blogs from the past re-posted here, I will continue writing fresh ones. Enjoy the review...
Robyn Rochelle Cox
Loving God in the Moment
Last evening I took a brain break. I have been hitting the books for a few weeks. I'm tired of reading/thinking/planning/creating... I have to teach a course beginning Wednesday of next week. But, I know that I am just in the slump stage right now.
It has been an interesting few weeks. Lots of things that are not really nice have happened. Oh... let me see - like trying to explain a misunderstanding with a German policeman, like having my car door have an argument with a steel fence and the steel fence winning (leaving my car door about 6 inches away from my car), the dishwasher broke and the man that was supposed to come and fix it didn't, consequently the dishwasher door was filled with water this morning!!!!!!!! by the way these things that are happening are all unrelated!!!!! Just being hit from every side.
So back to last evening, I had enough! I had gotten on the computer and tried to relieve my headache with some photo sharing, checked on a friend that I have had on my mind for a while. Cleaned the bathroom and started a load of clothes. Then I returned a call to L***
I'm traveling with L***(an English woman married to a German man) in two weeks to England. We needed to finalize the arrangements, and since I leave for Switzerland in 4 days, we decided last evening was the best time. So... we met. Interestingly enough, L*** had recently had a run in with the German police as well. It was unbeknownst to her that she had scraped a car in a parking lot. She was shocked and frightened. As she told me the story - I could relate!
But then she shared how comforting it was to have her husband standing right behind her. He was there, overseeing it all. He took the brunt of the questions. It was a true comfort for her. And I got a bit sad.
So, this morning when said dishwasher was still filled with water and I noticed the door was also bulging (didn't know doors could do that). I got a little frustrated. I waited till a reasonable hour to call my landlord (is 8:00 too early?)... good grief I waited two hours! Told him the man had not come yesterday and now the door to the dishwasher was filled with water. He called me back and a man came within 30 minutes.
Now, remember this is Germany. I live in a place where most people speak a dialect so thick Northern Germans cannot understand what they are saying. So, this man came and I showed him the kitchen. He did the whole repair man thing - checked to see if it turned on, asked for the instruction booklet, got down on hands and knees and probed this frustrating machine. Alas, he could find nothing hindering the pump, but the pump was not working. I told him I had bought the kitchen about 1 1/2 years ago, it should not be broken for no reason.
In my mind I could see myself on the phone for hours trying to explain what was going on. I decided to call the man that I had bought the kitchen from. While I looked up the number the repairman replaced all of the dishwasher parts. There I sat surrounded by books, this class material I am trying to prepare for, my computer, and a coffee. I was talking to the man at the kitchen store. He put me on hold.
As I sat there, I remembered L***'s story last evening. How comforting it was to have her husband there behind her. And I closed my eyes and began to pray to my husband. I imagined Him there, and I asked Him to help me. I reminded Him (tho' He needs no reminders) that I am in a foreign country, that I have to leave for 3 weeks in 4 days (and 2 of those days are weekend days and no one in Germany works on weekends), that I really couldn't afford one more thing going wrong, that I felt attacked on every corner, that I really needed Him to husband me.
And then the German repair man walked in. The man came back on the phone. The German repairman asked me if I wanted him to talk to the kitchen man. I just handed him the phone with a "Viel Dank"... and then the Alamanisch(dialect) started to fly. I didn't understand a word. But by the time all was done, the repairman had the date I had the Dishwasher installed, the number to contact for an appointment and a smile on his face. Then even more amazing, he asked if I wanted him to contact the dishwasher company that the warranty is with. I just said, "Viel Dank!" He did. And believe me, I would never have been able to handle what went on. He explained all of the details about the dishwasher (that nothing was in it - that it was clean - that my kitchen was very well kept - and I was not mistreating it) - gave them numbers I would have never understood what number was what - and made an appointment for when I return from my 3 weeks away with my job.!!!!
As he was loading his tools to his box in the kitchen, I returned to my computer and realized that my husband had been there helping me. What really made me laugh was the reality that even if I had a husband 'in the flesh... you know like the rest of the world :-)'... I would still want and need to depend on my God to handle things - because reality is... even the most wonderful man can't know everything, be everywhere, or make all things good. Granted - I think it helps (i.e. the comfort my friend found in her husband's support) - but frankly no person should be saddled with that much responsibility. I think it is sad when women that I know put so much responsibility on their husbands. Come on... they really cannot be held responsible for every need.
Just the ones that any hero would be able to accomplish!
I might need to head to the red coffee box for a cup of Joe
A little about me
I am in the world almost every day. Okay, daily.