refrigerator calls

Today I cried on the phone with a lady from the service department

at Sears.  I don't feel like I cry too often and certainly not to a stranger

trying to work out the details of getting our refrigerator fixed. 

So what's up?  I ask myself.

The process of being passed from

person to person, each one promising that the next person will

be the "one to come through"...only to find out that once

again I have invested unfulfilled energy and time by telling my frustrating

refrigerator saga, only to be let down again.  We still will not have it fixed for

another week.

This microcosm of feeling stopped and thwarted at every turn

with so little control, tells of some of our seasons this side of heaven..

I have a life that cannot be fixed with people in it that aren't

fixable.  At times I have a hearts cry that isn't quieted.   

Our plate is full this season.

Sometimes those same things that cause much angst also reveal such blessing. 

So we press on to that which is before us.

Sometimes in tears at inopportune times

and not forgetting to look for the blessing.

A field trip to the Ritz garden also included a visit with the pigs.  Hoping to be
inspired to start our garden once again.