giving grace in a turkey moment

"Great things come in the unexpected".
That was a quote I profoundly came up with after a wonderful start to my week where the days were good, fun surprises just kept coming around every corner, and the world was my playground. Ah, what a life. I should have known that days spent floating on the mountaintop meant the valley couldn't be far behind.

Lucky me. One day not long after, I found out that not so great things also come in the unexpected.
This particular November mid-afternoon found me struggling with an issue that I couldn't have possibly seen coming. I was blindsided. Stunned. Incredulous. A "this can't possibly be happening" feeling overwhelmed me. It overwhelmed others very close to me too, and I felt their pain. With one phone call, my day had turned on a dime and my sunny outlook turned grim. Hello, valley.

After working things through with the involved parties at the end of that day, life leveled out a degree or two and I was just starting to regain a slight sense of balance the next morning when the second blow hit. This time it was a daughter in tears on the phone, unable to register for spring semester classes at her college due to lack of a required physical, thereby blocking her online records and her ability to do the urgent task at hand. As I sat in my desk chair at work listening to her, I was completely at a loss as to how to help her from 100 miles away. My head started to pound with this new pressure being set squarely on top of the tension still fresh from yesterday that had barely started to clear. Could this much really be happening in such a short period of time? Seemed so, because “happening” it was.

Whereas dilemma number one's resolution hadn't yet fully materialized, problem number two had God showing up in a big way and fast. At the time of my damsel in distress's phonecall, I had approximately 20 free minutes at school between classes. Still doing accomplishable work tasks while I set up command central on my cell phone, I placed call after call to various sources trying to help her. My husband offered to make as many 100 mile round trips as needed to get her home and back if she needed to see our family doctor. Finally, phone call number three for me was the charm- the health services office at her university assured me that if she placed a call to them, they would waive the restriction and off to registration-land she could go. My panic lessened; solutions were on the horizon. I called her, she called them, and in minutes she had a spring schedule and was on her way to the rest of her day.
And my 20 minute window had just expired.

Fortunately as that day continued it held no more surprises good or bad, which was fine with me. After a quick dinner out, I stopped at the store. i proceeded to get in what appeared to be the shortest checkout line. (If you've ever shopped, you know what's coming next.) The woman in front of me was trying to redeem her grocery store coupon for her free turkey. She had a lovely looking bird there, but as I caught the conversation, I could hear the store employees telling her she had picked too nice a catch. Her choice was definitely a turkey upgrade from what the free coupon allowed for... instead of getting the nice fresh gobbler, I think she was supposed to have chosen the frozen block of meat that resembled a bowling ball.

They tried voiding the purchase. We waited.
They tried voiding the whole order. We waited.
They tried fooling the register into thinking that she really had purchased the right fowl.
We waited some more.
Five minutes passed. A store employee went to get another turkey, and when she reappeared, it sure looked to all of us in line like the same brand of turkey that had just been denied only minutes before.
So, again we waited.

As all good responsible shoppers do, the lady who was trying to buy this bird turned to us line-waiters and got very apologetic.  Sadly for her, the line was getting longer and longer, the employees were running out of options, and the cash register was still locked up. What to do, her eyes pleaded; what to do?
For me, this waiting was not a bad thing. I had been in constant motion and on my feet all day, so to stand still in the same place for five to ten minutes wasn't bothering me one bit. In actuality, it felt great to not complain and just enjoy my extra time between the candy and the magazines. When Mrs. Turkey Buyer turned to me and started bashfully apologizing for how long this was taking and how she was holding things up, I seized the opportunity to spread a little Thanksgiving cheer. I just looked at her and said, "Hey - if this is the worst thing that happens to me all day, then I'm doing pretty good."
She looked relieved.
I continued, "After what I've been through in the past twenty four hours, this is nothing. I don't know about the rest of the line, but I'm in no hurry; I'm fine. Take your time." Her face showed extreme gratitude and appreciation, and inwardly I felt that I had just learned that it's all about perspective. I was tired and looking for a rest; she got the wrong plucked piece of meat and had held up the entire checkout line. Together, we had the perfect storm.

On a different day, if I was late and pressed for time, I might not have reacted quite as gracefully (shame on me). But it didn't happen on another day; it happened to me on a day after a very bad run of life events.  It gave me a new sensitivity; I could sense that Miss Mis-turkey needed a break, and God knew He had taught me enough in the past twenty-four hours to put me in the position to give it to her.
It was then I realized it had been worth going through all I’d gone through in order to be able to give a little grace in a turkey moment.
And I can only hope she would have done the same for me.

the accidental tourist

I took this picture as we were sitting outside the bookstore at the Grand Canyon a few weeks ago.  We had seen two Amish families inside with their children, perusing the items and being tourists just like we were.  I love this picture- the non-straight walk of the little boy as they go off hand in hand into the sunset, just like any other Grand Canyon visitor coming out of the bookstore that afternoon.

Except that they were Amish.

It was very refreshing to me that this time, they were the tourists. 

Where I live in Pennsylvania, I'm used to the tourists going to them. 

Now I know where they go to get away from it all..... 

the gift of getting it all done

I'm breathing a little easier.

I think I finally got it all done.

For now.

October was a wild month- an 8-day missions trip smack dab in the middle of the month surrounded by full time work before and after; an-all day women's workshop event two weeks after our return (with my part having to be cancelled due to the freak East Coast Halloween snowstorm, thank you very much); four college application processes to go through with my high school senior before the end of the month, plus the daily grind of, well, the daily grind.

During the craziness, I would come home from my workday and start right in at my home office and work until I needed to sleep.  Every day had a list - a long one- of things that needed to be tended to, paid, written, applied for, or called about.

I was getting exhausted.

But as of last night, it was all done.  All the catching up, all the running around, all the phonecalls and bills and applications.  And I could look back and say- this free time I have now is truly a gift.  I can appreciate it completely because of the burning-the- candle-at-both-ends kind of schedule I had to keep up these past few weeks.

And I learned that for a season, I can work at an intense pace and still be nice.

Through it all, God gave me grace to handle it.  I ran out of hours before I ran out of patience;  I had everything I needed just when I needed it; I didn't sweat the small stuff or the big stuff, but instead I barged ahead and kept going figuring it would all work out.

It did. God is good.

Time to go enjoy my gift!