Duh! The furnace doesn’t break in the summer.
Two mornings this week we awoke to inside home temperatures at 58 degrees, which might be fine if it were 80 degrees outside, but, no, it’s Minnesota in an unseasonably cold December.
No, it couldn’t break at the start of the season when we’re checking the filter and running it as a test. It has to happens on the weekend when everyone is at home, repairmen operate on emergency rates and the temperature outside shows double-digits below zero.
And I’ve heard we’re not the only ones who’ve been huddled around space heaters.
Honestly, no time is really the right time for a problem or bad news, a stressful day or just one more thing on your plate.
Every Christmas since I decided I wanted to write for publication, I’ve had a big project deadline at Christmas. All those have led up to a really great chance to publish my first book next month, but it also adds a little pressure at an already stressful time of year.
I sighed audibly yesterday when I sent off what I thought was the last of my reviews of the edits. But just before I began typing this post, I received an email from the editor.
Subject line: Crazy schedule for next week
So I can bemoan the timing or I can adapt. “Adapt to your situation. Look at all the good things around you instead of all the bad things,” That’s what my friend David posted today on Facebook. Thanks, David; I will.
When our heat went out, we built a cozy spot where we could all warm up next to the fireplace with blankets, beef stew, books, chocolate and a beautiful Christmas Devotional. Everyone packed together tightly instead of spread out away from each other. Physical closeness invites emotional closeness. Sometimes with teenagers in the house, a problem has to bring that about.
When I have pressing deadlines, I worry that my work will be rushed off without reaching it’s best. Each and every year that I’ve completed a writing project at Christmas, the Spirit of the Season has enhanced my work, calmed my heart and directed me to seek help from Him who gave me talents. Without fail, I wrap up the work on my knees in gratitude for the miracles that seem to come, despite the hectic pace of the season.
In these days leading up to Christmas, when something breaks at the wrong time or the pressure feels too much, know that these “problems” may really be “gifts.” Our adaptions may bring us together and bring us to Him whose birth we celebrate.
And for that, there is no better time.