When life doesn’t go as planned, I usually react in one of two ways. Either with equanimity and grace because I’m with people I want to impress. Or with grumbling and complaints because I’m with my family, and they love me no matter what. Neither response follows Paul’s call in Philippians 2:14-15 to do all things without complaining or grumbling so that I can be the light of Christ in a dark and twisted world.
For the past few weeks, my days were full to over flowingly busy, even before life didn’t go as I had planned. The beans were coming on in my daughter’s garden, which means we were canning beans a couple times a week. We finished the first batch right before I went to Chicago for promotional book for Sharing Love Abundantlyafter it released. When I got home a few days later, there were more beans. I was fine with that, because I had planned time into my schedule for canning season.
My daughter and I were confident we could maintain the household and our job duties even though we were short a few adults. My husband was in Alaska, where he grew up, for a week. My son-in-law started a second job, so he was gone more than usual. Even so, we were handling things well until when-life-doesn’t-go-as-planned thing happened. I hurt my back.
The kind of hurt that takes days and weeks to heal.
The kind of hurt that means a person can stand or lie down, but not sit.
The kind of hurt that means a person needs 5 minutes to move from stand to lie down and visa versa.
The kind of hurt that means an ice pack for 10 minutes every hour.
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