Running Out of Gas
Recently, I had my first experience running out of gas with my car. I was fortunate enough to be able to guide my sputtering Volvo into a side bus turnout, so that I wasn't blocking rush hour traffic. Talk about frustrating, and going through a stage of anger with myself, and wishing the sidewalk would develop a hole to swallow me up! A Co-op Gas bar was a couple of blocks ahead, and I trudged forward, madly planning in my head how long this might all take, and will I make it to my house before my kids arrive for the dinner that wasn't started yet... Lately, I feel like I am running out of gas. My job is stressful, there are many demands on my time - a major holiday weekend of family gatherings, a funeral for my dear Uncle Cornie, and the joy of the first birthday of my precious granddaughter, Kaylee. After a particularly frustrating day, before bed I was led to read a chapter from singer/author Carolyn Arends' e-book, Theology in Aisle Seven . It is a compilation of ...