My mother blessing my husband and me with a bedroom set was a gift from God himself. After sleeping on a mattress for almost a year since our move to a new home, I welcomed the chance for a real bed—and dressers to actually put my clothes in!
Getting the bedroom set was not as easy as ordering it. I was delivered damaged items—some major and, well, some minor.
But perfection has always been my enemy. I needed things to look right for them to feel right.
One day, I had to leave my mother’s house where I was spending some time to wait on a delivery. (There’s nothing better than giving someone a window of 11-4 on a Saturday.) I had been complaining for months now to get a bedroom chest we ordered exchanged because it had some “damage” to it.
The delivery guy came in to check out the problem and then went back into the truck to see the condition of the replacement. It was worse. He thought I had a decent piece and I probably wouldn’t get better than what I had.
As he was leaving, he said,
Let me let you in on a little secret of life. Don’t focus on the minor stuff.
I laughed and sent him on his way.
And then it hit me.
He obviously did not know the impact that short phrase would have on me. But for some time now, I’ve been dwelling on that thought.
How often I sweat the minor.
I just swept and I already see lint on the floor!
I just picked up his trucks, but now there’s markers all over his desk!
I just ironed my pants and I already have a wrinkle!
The list goes on, and sometimes my minors are–much more hateful, ungrateful, and unfortunately even directed at other people’s character.
I’m type-A, obsessive compulsive, and neurotic all the way. And you know what? I think you need people like me in this world.
But when I lose sight of the bigger picture–I have lost all that is truly important in this life and more importantly, in the next life I’m striving for.
So, my husband spills coffee the morning after I spend an hour scrubbing the stove top. And for the life of him can’t neatly put the dishtowel on the lovely hook provided for him, opting instead to leave it crumpled on the counter.
People cut me off, cut in line, don’t respond in the manner I like–I can sweat it. Or I can do what that man said:
Not focus on the minor.
We’ll all familiar with Philippians 4:13. But I am more blessed with what the verses before it say. (Also, if you know the circumstances of the writer’s, Paul’s, life it REALLY puts how and what he writes into a whole new light!).
Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity; in any and every circumstance I have learned the secret of being filled and going hungry, both of having abundance and suffering need. -Philippians 4:11-12 (NASB)
After reading this verse, I know I want this year (and my life) to reflect me being content in WHATEVER circumstance I am in.
If I do not handle the “minor” with grace, there will be no hope for me to handle the major.
Thank you delivery man whose name I didn’t think to get. You changed my life.
By Lis Candelier, wrong in all the right ways…