Life Truths

I know I haven’t written anything for a while and it certainly isn’t from a lack of material.  My life has been as nutty as the next guy.  So nutty, in fact, that I think I’m a squirrel buried deep in a pile of heaven itself.  Perhaps it’s been the cold…yeah, that’s it!  Dragging in firewood, scraping the windshields, shoveling snow and simply trying to maintain a heart rate of any life giving manner has killed my various fun enthusiasms.

But the other day I had some “friend” remind me of an incident that I pushed to the back of my mind.  They think of it as a funny afternoon event and I think of it as the day I almost died.  You see, I decided that I would impress my wife, wow my son, and fulfill some inner testosterone urge by renting a piece of heavy machinery and clear out some trees and brush in our back yard.  I was doing great.  Sliding around our yard, powerfully pushing away big trees!  Bucket up, bucket down, bucket up!!  My son thought I rocked!  I was so cool that I was even whistling at my wife every time she walked by just like the other guys on the job site.

Then my ego got the best of me.  With one more tree to clear, I tried to pull a tricky spin move with the bucket above my head and the soft ground gave way under my left track.  Next thing I new I was holding on for dear life wondering if I would ever see my son finish kindergarten.  I did what any skilled driver would do and grabbed ahold of the roll-cage bar and screamed like a girl watching Sanjaya during American Idol.

Now to God’s credit He decided it wasn’t my time and I slithered out sore, but unscathed.  Little did I know that my wife watched the whole thing and was running to find the life insurance policy.  (Actually I heard her scream too).  This is where my funny, fair-weathered friend come in.  I called them up to come “help me” turn this thing back upright so I might possibly spare another $300 bill to fix this mess.  To their credit they did show up, promptly laughed at me when they saw me and laughed when I aske them to try and help turn the machine over.  Let’s just say  that they are rather heavy.

Today, when I read their comments I laughed too.  A couple years have gone by and my “trauma” seems entertaining now.  Life has a way of doing this.  Our ego moments, our pride moments, our personal traumas must seem funny to God sometimes because He sees the whole big picture while we can’t.  He knows how trivial things will prove to become and I wonder if He laughs amidst our hurt pride.

The Bible says that, “ Dear friends, don’t forget that for the Lord one day is the same as a thousand years, and a thousand years is the same as one day.” 2 Peter 3:8  He can laugh if He wants because time is not an issue to Him and He always has the big picture in mind.  Maybe we would laugh at ourselves more if we kept the big picture in mind as well.  The little things our spouse does that annoy us mind not seem so trivial at the thought of days later in life that we might spend without them.  Our failing eyesight might not make us feel so old when we are reminded of the fact that someday we’ll see everything quite clearly.  Don’t get too hung up on yourself, I know that God’s not.