I’m actually writing this, sitting on the couch in my living room. May not seem extraordinary to you, but it’s an outright miracle to me. So much movement happened in the last few days…several car loads of boxes, friends to help, a great deal on a gently used couch, and one tired, but joyful blogger.
The inside of the new house is nearly immaculate, but the outside has litter everywhere. My goal is to go on “treasure hunts” and not stop until I’ve cleaned up 100 items that day. It should take about a year to pick it all up. The biggest pieces were used tires, and a rusty old axle from a trailer hitch with tires attached. I had no idea how to dispose of it or turn into lawn art.
There was one more problem. When I had the house inspected three weeks ago, the electricity was on and the well was pumping water. But when I unlocked the door and moved in, the faucets were dry. A call to my handyman friend went out the next day. He was stumped, too. We went outside to look in the well…and someone had stolen the pump and piping out of the well!
I’ve learned (the hard way) to view unexpected calamities as blessings in disguise. With one last trip to make to the old place to gather a few more things and clean the cabin for the next tenant, I was acutely aware of all my blessings. First, the number of good people in my life far outweigh the meanies. Secondly, that although I live more simply than most, I have so many possessions, including enough clothes to outfit several women. More stored food than I could eat in a month. Electricity to light my way and heat or cool my living space. Thirdly, that I have the increasing ability to bounce back from hardships with less struggle and more Grace.
The next morning, a well digger came out and measured the depth (231 feet). I hooked up the hot water heater and half an hour later had piping hot water! I’m so grateful for this precious resource, and the myriad ways it makes life easier – in cooking, cleaning, drinking, and irrigating. How do people manage that have no local source of potable water?
As I recline on the couch looking out the front door, rain pours off the metal roof in perfectly spaced, sparkling beads. It’s like looking out from behind a zen waterfall. I have plans to capture rainwater via a system of rain barrels in the near future. But at this moment, I’m enjoying the gently falling water.
One more thing. The robber took the rusty old axle that was such an eyesore. My well digger wanted one of the tires, and I said he had to take them all. So that means three more pieces of trash were recycled. Only 997 to go…
Think: Have you ever had a crisis turn into a blessing?
Say: Share your story here. We can all use a little inspiration!
Do: Practice reframing a difficult situation. Is there another way to look at it? What good can come of it?