Ridiculous Timing

So I woke up at 4:30 in the morning the other day and decided to clean the garage during the cool of the almost day.  I made a good inroad and was proud of my work. It was a hopeful spot in a string of discouraging days. 

You see I’ve been awarded my VA annuity at last. At first, I was giddy but as this year and a half of waiting comes to a close, I recognize I’ve come to a crossroads. 

Up until now I’ve had only to dream about how I would redefine myself, but now it seems the time to get on with it has come. No more waiting. I need to embrace my new reality.

Instead, I’ve been mired down in such melancholy. It seems I don’t want to move on. I still want my old life back.

I haven’t been able to escape it; my low energy seeming to ebb lower and lower. Just as I considered that it couldn’t get much lower,  I awoke to find that my car wouldn’t start again. It needed a jump for the umpteenth time. The thing was that I had driven it face-in into the driveway and my new jumper cables weren’t long enough. 

As this ridiculous timing’s frustration began to collapse in on me, I was reminded of a set of heavy duty  jumper cables that I found while I was cleaning the garage a few days before. They were just long enough to get the car to start so I could get it to the repair shop where, for the third time, they replaced the battery and I drove it home.

It just made me think about God’s ridiculous timing. 

At my lowest ebb, He gave me a problem to solve and preemptively gave me the tool that I needed to solve the problem. But more than that, He did that to invite me back into my life.

It was ridiculous timing, ridiculously cool as it turns out.

And it was all a gift to show me that it’ll be okay. I will be okay. I can do this moving forward thing with Him, one baby step at a time.

I may still be low ebbing but the tide is definitely coming in…

Grateful,

Anne
June 3, 2022