Humble Matters

Friend!

Has spring arrived?  We are finished with our snowpocalypse and moving into yet another peculiar weather pattern as temperatures head into the 70’s this week, which is well above normal.  I’m not the only one who is finding the weather strange, but the lure of warmer temperatures after that February, is going to stop a lot of complaints. That is if you don’t count the hummingbirds, who complain much more than a bunch of long nosed, feathered slips of nature should.  The spring warmth meant I could take down the lights I set up around their feeder to prevent their nectar from freezing.  However, they feel that my front porch has lost its cantina-party feel and they are a bit cross. Despite their annoyance, I put the lights away and used the extension cord to plug the fountain back in.  I did that for the frog who lives outside the bedroom window, but frankly I’m not certain he is still with us.  I haven’t heard him since late fall and I’m beginning to worry.  Tending to creation isn’t for the faint of heart.  When do frogs wake up, any idea? 

I would give you an update on the squirrels, but they are such monsters that they'll have to wait for next time.  Which brings me to more important things, are you well? I was trying to calculate how long it has been since you left and then I gave up.  I just know I miss you in the spring when we should be out walking.  I forgive you for abandoning me to the intoxicating call of pluff mud.  Mind you, an alligator in my back yard is would be tempting: I bet it cuts down on the number of squirrels you have to deal with.  

It’s not like I need creation to drive me round the bend, either.  I can do that by myself.  Did I tell you I have a new friend? Well, I like to think of it as a friendship; mostly I drive the poor woman crazy.  We both work at the schools’ welcome table, she before lunch hour and me the hour after.  Problem is, try as I might, I never get to the table on time.  I am always late and she is always covering for me.  Moreover, if I am going to do something stupid, it will happen in her presence.  It’s the craziest thing.  Have you ever had someone in your life who keeps witnessing your disorganization?  It is radically uncomfortable.  

Take the other day for example.  I was working upstairs when one of the littles knocked her bottle of juice across the carpet creating a puddle on the floor.  Fortunately she told me what happened, which meant we immediately became partners in a toxic spill situation.  I gave her permission to become my lead helper, despite her lack of hazmat suit and sent her to grab rags, while reminding myself that children’s feelings are far more important carpet stains.  I didn’t want to bite the poor things head off for putting juice on the floor.  Actually, I did want to bite her head off, but had the presence of mind to remember that Jesus probably didn’t bite children who spilled drinks.  Once that tempest-in-a-tea cup passed, I was asked to help with a furniture mix up that involved chairs and tables.  From furniture placement I ran into someone who needed help editing a document and reviewing a contract.  When I finally stopped moving and tried to figure out what was next, I realized it was 1:40 and I was 40 minutes late for my 50 minutes at the welcome table.  Screaming, I ran downstairs and presented myself, red-faced, to the woman to whom I am perpetually indebted.  I’ll call her Anne but her real name is Lois.  Anne laughed and shook her head, “It’s okay, I knew you would show up eventually.”  I was mortified and set myself to a ten minute apology, complete with promises of baking and dark chocolate reparations and then left the table to start the end of day clean up.  I felt horrible.  Being 5 minutes late to my shift was one thing, forgetting it entirely was another.  

It was such a busy day; I didn’t sit down until well after 7:00 that evening.  I sunk into a chair with my tea cup, kicked off my shoes and went to remove my earrings.  When I did, I realized my favorite earring had fallen out.  I had no idea where or when I lost it.  After a moment of panic, I summoned the strength to email the team and ask if anyone had turned in a silver earring at the welcome table.  Immediately, I got an email in response.  

Karen,

A silver earring was found near the table 4th hour.  I placed in the box in one of the bins.  It should be there on Monday,

Anne

Of course Anne had found what I lost!  During the 10 minutes I had been downstairs apologizing to Anne for being 40 minutes late, I managed to lose my earring in front of her, so she could find it, put it in the lost and found and hand it to me later.  It was absolutely mortifying.  I wrote her a note of thanks and prayed to Jesus that she would find me pathetic and worthy of mercy as opposed to entirely incompetent.  The following week I dutifully baked muffins and bought dark chocolate.  On Wednesday I handed her my guilt offering and received absolution for my existence.  I figured the worst was behind me; I would show up for the table on time from now on and prove my competence.  

My plan was in place 5 hours before things went wrong.  Remember that document I edited?  It was a list of student names to be checked to ensure the correct spelling for placement on a tee shirt.  There were quite a few mistakes actually and I was thrilled that we caught 5 misspelled names.  Sadly, there were 6 mistakes.  Guess whose name I missed?  Yep.  Anne’s son.  I got the mail that evening, letting me know of the mistake and asking if I could correct it.  It was gracious and kind and I felt like a humbled toad.  I figured I needed to have a “come to Jesus moment” about how the Lord was humbling me before I accidentally ran her over and killed her dog.  I wrote a note of apology and slunk into bed.

I was not winning.

Have you ever had something like that happen friend?   No matter how hard you try you keep messing up over and over again?  It can be downright demoralizing.  But it does teach a soul that grace in the face of error is a valuable commodity.  Grace might not be as trendy as self-righteous indignation when things go sideways, but its sure handy to have sewn grace when you are the twit who makes the mistake.  

So I’m praying for those of us who are slow learners.  Those who God has placed on the sidelines of safe communities, in order to humble us  so that we learn how to accept responsibility, apologize and make things right.  May the lessons we learn run deep into our hearts, be soaked in grace, and sprinkled with humor so that our lives might be changed to change others.

Change others for the better I mean.

Not like what I do to Anne…

That would be unkind.

Love you and miss you,

xoxKaren

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