Life Can Be…

Complicated. To be honest, my life is not very complicated. I have a routine (of sorts). I pretty much know how to do the things that need to be done and have the resources to do them. And I’m comfortable. Probably too comfortable. I’ve got my share of anxieties, but I have a home and transportation and food to eat.

Today a person asked me for help. I don’t know them, but I did make a call and the need is genuine. I am usually unable to help with the kind of request made, but it just so happens that because of the generosity of someone else I am able to be a conduit of blessing into another life today. Sounds simple. A bill needs to be paid, and I can pay it for them. Happens every day in my life. I need to buy something, so I do.

But life can be complicated. Because I didn’t have all the pertinent information (an account number is not enough to pay a bill people!) I could not pay online. I waited for a live person on the phone. I could not pay the live person on the phone because I didn’t know a lot of personal info for the person I was trying to help. So she gave me the address of a place I could go and pay the bill in person without a lot of info, just the account number. OK. When I got to that place all was well until I wanted to pay with a credit card. They only take cash or check (what century are these people living in?). So I want to pay a bill for someone, but I am not allowed to pay it three different ways.

Life can be…

Frustrating. I have to say that God must be at work in my heart because I really wanted to blow a gasket at a national company not willing to take a credit card. It wasn’t the clerk’s fault…she has rules to follow. Now I’ve spent a lot more time on this project (when I have other projects I need to work on) than I intended. I finally figure out a fourth way to pay. I haven’t tried it yet, mind you … I just hope it works. When I tell the person I wanted to help that I finally have it figured out, she asks me to help with another problem that will require money. You know, that’s frustrating too.

But not nearly as complicated and frustrating as her life. See, when I finally get through with this bill paying thing, I’m going to rest from my labors. She, however, is going to deal with the complications and frustrations of her life for a long time.  Of course there’s a lot more to her story than I’m sharing here, but let’s just say that for her…

Life can be…

Complicated. Frustrating. Painful. Maybe my little taste of that will help me be more compassionate. But it’s much more important to me that this person I’m trying to help will get a little relief and maybe her day, for just a day, will be less …

Complicated

Frustrating

Painful.

~John