I didn’t really mean to take a blogging break.
Then my job at the cafe was extended and I found myself making sandwiches at church rather than editing essays at home. I was driving home from work one day and a car went into the back of my (father’s) car. The bath sprung a leak and the water started dripping through the kitchen ceiling.
I blamed the accident for my aches and pains and it was a couple of days before I realised that I’d got flu. Ten (long) days later I was still ill. And now (is it three weeks later?) I’m blogging again.
Anyway … how are you these days?
The day of the accident wasn’t what I’d call the best day of my life. The weather was gorgeous, with blue skies and bright sun, a taste of spring at the end of “a long, cold, lonely winter” that felt as if it was going to go on and on and on forever. I was a bit cross about having to go to work nonetheless.
One moment I was driving homewards. I was slowing to turn, but I had to stop a bit quicker than I expected, then there was a squealing of breaks and a crash as the car behind went into my back bumper, quicker than it takes to remember or write.
The Lord was really merciful. That’s easy to say, but I mean it, He was merciful. What a friend calls His “fingerprints of mercy” were all over the incident.
Everyone was fine. I was fine and so was my car. The other car? Not so much. But the driver was fine. Local business people ran out with steady hands and voices and hot mugs of milky, sugary tea. There was an accident and emergency doctor there and he checked everyone over.
It was that evening that my bath water started dripping through the kitchen ceiling and I didn’t get the nice, relaxing bath I’d planned.
And that would explain why my family was dancing around saying, “Happy Tuesday! Count it all joy! Happy Tuesday!”
What else could I do?
Would you care to share a story from the last three weeks of your life?
Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.