Trust And Rejection–A Coin Of Life

This is a blog about trust…and rejection. Sure, an awkward duo, but honestly, happens more than often. The coin of life and living has two sides.

TRUST
That starts with need and vulnerability. I know less than little about carpentry. That was evident as I tried to repair my fence slats. Before I knew it I looked up and two neighbors were smiling at me…honestly they weren’t snickering. They each held something in their hand. It looked like an instrument of repair.

Me? Okay, truth slips in…when I was much younger I thought a Philips Screwdriver was an exotic drink…although I eschew drinks with umbrellas standing tall.

As the neighbors repaired my bench slats I trusted them. And. It worked!

More seriously I trust my ophthalmologist and veterinarian. And no, they are not one and the same. The first removed a cataract. My healing time went well past the time he anticipated. Yet, he is better than good…and everything he said happened…in time.

Since I’m one of those guys who doesn’t turn papers in late…or write checks less than a week before due, I got impatient. How about that? The patient is impatient! But, what Dr. Chandler said happened…and now my glasses are corrected…he was right!

As for my veterinarian, Dr. Vallee knows what she’s doing. Faith, our English Cocker Spaniel, had a few bumps…literally and not metaphorically. I took Faith in…and in a few moments Dr. Vallee gave the diagnosis and we are good to go. I trust my three critters to her and her staff without exception.

But.

REJECTION.

Well, maybe that’s strong…but now there are some suspects. At least people for whom I have no respect, let alone regard. I’ve discovered they have one thing in common…and, who knows, maybe they’d say the same thing about me? What I know…there are people who bring the worst out of me. My brow is never unfrowned.

Lots of for instances. Guess that means I short arm understanding and keep mercy beyond reach. Guess that means I have some homework, but for now…when I’m told I have no purpose, when I’m told I’m not wanted, when I’m told my benefit is vacated, when I’m told I cannot help churches with their stewardship needs

…well, my brow isn’t smooth.

Sure. This is a confession of sort.

But, this morning, as my three critters now stand next to their leashes and their eyes almost shout, “Come on, let’s go walking!”, I will.

Guess life ends up being an emphasis. Not to give thanks for everything…for that’s naïve and untrue. But, to know where to prioritize…as I look at my fixed yard fence with better eyesight.

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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