Sunday, August 21, 2011

Ovens, mops and irons oh my!

Today after I finished making homemade granola bars I went to turn off my oven. 

I hit the cancel button.


Try again.


The broil button works. The temp button works. The light button works. But the button to turn off the oven does not work.

We had to flip the breaker in the basement to turn off the stove (it was too hot to pull out from the wall).

And I had a serious moment.

Not a serious as in non-funny moment, but rather a m o m e n t where I was like, "Really? I mean really Lord? The oven?"

Here's the the 15 months that Ryan has been unemployed

our iron broke

my hair dryer broke

my curling iron broke

our steam mop broke

and today the oven 'off' button broke.

Last Thursday morning I'm mopping my floors with Samuel about 7:30 a.m. (mornings seem best for mopping since that's when I have the most energy and Samuel loves when I mop....go figure!) and with just two rooms left, my mop stops steaming.

Hmmm. No steam from the steam mop proves to makes mopping a bit challenging.

And I love my Shark Steam Mop. With hardwood floors it is THE way to go.

But my mop no longer wants to steam. My oven won't stop heating. My iron won't iron. My curling iron barely curls. My hair dryer quit drying.

I'm not complaining. Well, maybe I am. But somehow I feel justified.

I don't think in 10 years of marriage we've had this many gadgets break.

I've got a feeling someone out there trying to discourage us. Trying to get us down. Trying to use things like mops and hair dryers and irons to break us down.

Some days I think it's working. I get ticked off. I get frustrated. I get discouraged. I get annoyed.

Other days I strive to choose gratitude and notice all the things in my life that aren't broken: our two cars, our A/C, our furnace, our refrigerator, our dishwasher, our toilet, our television, our computer and printer, our washer and dryer, our hot water heater.

And I wonder what lessons the Lord is trying to teach me through these pieces of metal and plastic? And I wonder if I'm stopping enough to listen to what He might be trying to say.

And I'm reminded of something I read years ago and think it applies perfectly to this season of life:

Too blessed to be stressed
"I'm too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed. I refuse to be discouraged, to be sad or to cry. I refuse to be down hearted and here's the reason why: I have a God who is almighty; who is sovereign and supreme. I have a God who loves me – and I am on His team. He is all wise and powerful; Jesus is His name. Though everything else is changeable, My God remains the same. I refuse to be beaten or defeated. My eyes are on my God. He has promised to be with me, as through this life I trod. I am looking past my circumstances, to heaven's throne above. My prayers have reached the heart of God and I am resting in His love. I give thanks to Him in everything. My eyes are on His face. The battle is His; the victory is mine; He will help me win the race. I repeat, I'm too blessed to be stressed!" (Author unknown)

1 comment:

wright said...

ooh, can I get your recipe for the granola bars? Or just tell me how you get them to stay together. Great post as always. I copied that quote. Finally, I am doing something kind of fun and gave you an award for your blog. You can check it out on my blog ( Don't feel like you need to do it though. Getting excited for you to speak.