As you may be able to imagine, there are many “oops moments” here, with my parents being 87 and 89 and me running around trying to take care of things. For some reason, I was keenly aware of them today. Perhaps it was because my daughter-in-law shared a couple of her own “oops moments” this morning. One of my big ones was this morning at the laundromat. I brought in 3 big comforters to wash and dry in their giant machines. Once they were finished, they were too big for me to fold by myself and I felt awkward asking a stranger there to help me. So, I packed them into one of the rolling baskets that they have and rolled it out onto the sidewalk in front of the car. As I unloaded the first one into the trunk, I heard a crashing sound and was afraid to look. Sure enough, the cart had rolled off the curb and the nice clean comforters were spilling into the parking lot – into the melting ice that was turning into a grey slushy mess. I gathered them up and couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. When I got them home, there was really only one bad spot on one comforter, so it could have been worse. There were a couple other “oops moments” during the day – some laughable, some not. But at the end of the day, we’re all still here, home, safe, and turning in for the night, and for that I am grateful. As my son said to his wife, In the long run, that doesn’t matter. It’ll be OK.
I Found God today not getting upset over “oops moments”.