I took this photo while driving home from Biblical School last night. It was and is scary out there. Now I just looked out the window and imagine my surprise to see my neighbor shoveling my sidewalk!
Did you ever not notice how corrosive something was until it was gone? I had a neighbor who was a friend of mine. She met "Mr. Right" (number 4) and then I was no longer on her radar as a friend or even acquaintance. She moved away a few months ago, and suddenly the whole neighborhood has changed. She had created such ill will that the ill will extended to me because I was her friend. Suddenly, now that she is gone, people I just thought were kind of jerky are nice to me! It is a much more pleasant place now that she is gone. People can park where they want without being yelled at, notes left on their cars, or other ridiculous behavior. She had such a thing about cars not parking in front of her house that once she actually got into car parked in front of her house and let off the parking brake and let it roll until it was in front of someone else's house.
Anyway, what a nice thing it is to see that someone shoveled my sidewalk. Not just because now I don't have to do it. It is such an act of kindness. I feel all warm inside knowing that the neighbor who didn't talk to me for 5 or 6 years just shoveled my sidewalk!
Tonight I have a sponsee coming over at 5, then I am heading out of here at 6:30 for my first caucus. Right now the idea of being active all day until 9 o'clock p.m. just does not appeal. I wish I could work until, say, noon, come home and take a nap and THEN maybe get ready for my evening activities.
I am a tired girl. This teaching is kicking my butt. Working 6 days a week and then having homework is hard. Add to that, I am TAKING a class every week, and that I am training to run a marathon... and my job is in high gear... I am tired and feel quite old. The class I am teaching will be over in a month and I am happy about that.
"Here we learned that trouble was really a fact of life for everybody -- a fact that had to be understood and dealt with. Surprisingly, we found that our troubles could, under God's grace, be converted into unimagined blessings." -- As Bill Sees It, p. 110