By Tom Pappas
I would describe it is this way. When I feel helpless I get
scared, then I get angry. Here are two examples that play out in slo-mo and
super high speed.
A few years ago I discovered a tree emerging from my compost
pile. On inspection I discovered that it was a mango seed that had sprouted.
(There’s no mistaking a mango seed!) I potted it and have kept it indoors in
the winter and outdoors in the warm months. (Climate change has shifted
Nebraska’s planting zones from 4 to 5 but we’re not tropical yet.)
A companion mango was discovered and these two have traveled
with their friend the kumquat for at least five years. Inexplicably, one of the
mangos is collapsing. The leaves are drooping. Watering experiments have not
made any difference. I am helpless, scared for the future of the 6 foot tree,
and on the verge of being mad about all the wasted time and care.
Our twin granddaughters are having a visit and last night
during the calm of “bedtime accomplished”, Brett’s voice called out,
“Grandma . .
. .grandma.” Grandpas world-wide
will know how this plays out. Helpless,
scared, mad.
I’m not proud of it, but that’s the reality. Until grandma
showed up, I was helpless and unacceptable.
When my helpless mind goes from blank to scared, courses of action are
not going to be found. I can, however,
swiftly move to anger at myself for being inept, and at Brett for not being
asleep like she’s supposed to be.
Don’t panic. I’m with you. There’s no need to fear for I am your God. I’ll give you strength. I’ll help you. I’ll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you. Isaiah 41:10, The Message
In all my years when I have taken a moment to remember God,
I don’t recall ever being disappointed in the result. I don’t mean to say the result is always what
I expected. Thank you God for the joy of finding that awesome surprise in your
miracle – compost. Thank you God for the resource of your calm and peace when
it’s up to me (but not me alone).
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