My summer started out just as expected.
My washing machine overflowed and drenched the padding in the sunroom.
I had to manually soak up what I could, then leave a fan running for hours to dry things out.
Turns out, I had my purse on my arm and was just going out the back door when I noticed water on the floor.
It was too late to turn back, the damage was done.
I would deal with it later.
On Tuesday morning, I nearly broke my neck hurrying to get outside to take my big trash bin to the end of the driveway. I just knew I had missed the truck. Turns out, the garbage truck was late...a day late...so I had plenty of time.
That morning I set the alarm, but it never alarmed. I woke up at 9 a.m., an hour late.
I decided I wanted a biscuit and gravy for breakfast.
I put the Grands biscuits in the oven to bake, then reached in a canister for the gravy mix.
I didn't have any. There were all kinds of mixes, but no white gravy.
I was too lazy to make gravy from scratch so I did without. Biscuits with butter and honey are pretty good anyway. But the biscuits were a disappointment. They are called Grands but they aren't as grand as they used to be. They have shrunk in size.
I made plans to go out of town for the weekend. That didn't happen either. Plans had to be cancelled due to weather, a fever blister and a sore heel. (Not mine; the hostess).She needed to take a rain check.
And ants have invaded my kitchen. I bought Terro, a liquid ant killer, and some ant spray and some
granules that you spread around in the yard, but I still have ants in my kitchen. They seem to come from nowhere.
Oh, my! All those things seem so trivial, unimportant.
Life is so serious, scary sometimes.
I feel guilty when I think of all the tornado and flood victims. Many had homes turned into splinters, rubble. Others had their homes and possessions destroyed by high waters. All the things they took years to accumulate were gone in seconds. And some people died.
None of us seem safe from the ravages of nature's fury.
Nor from the diseases that plague our land.
Cancer seems to surround us, although strides have been made. Alzheimer disease is destroying the minds of many, and other diseases cripple and maim our children.
Sometimes it brings me to tears to hear of a newborn baby suffering from a deadly heart problem or birth defect.
It isn't fair, we cry out for what we deem injustices.
And, I believe, future generations will lament the same cry. Why?
Bill Gates is quoted as saying, "Life is not fair; get used to it."
William Goldman said, "Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all."
Cherralea Morgan quotes, "Life's not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow."
And Oscar Wilde said, "Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not."
When bad things happen to us, we want to blame somebody.
Often we blame God. But should we blame God for all the unfair things in this world?
I have questions myself. Sometimes life seems to make no sense.
But I've come to believe that many things that happen aren't the will of God.
Fate, not God, sends us problems.
I believe that many calamities are acts of nature, not acts of God.
And I believe that we suffer consequences of our own bad choices.
We live in a less than perfect world.
Like the crippling illness of my brother-in-law who spent his lifetime in a wheelchair, dependent on others for his every need.
Oh, yes, all the family members learned tolerance of others, empathy for those who suffered the same illness.
But I don't for a minute believe that his illness came about so that other family members could learn tolerance.
It was a birth defect, not a punishment.sent by God..
And I believe that God gives us the strength, through prayer, to cope with life's unfairness.
Maybe we blame God for a lot of things that aren't His fault.
No, I don't have the answers, just a lot of questions.
There will always be questions.