Because I want to share Mother’s wisdom, I started a blog that led to a book (In My Mother’s Words) which is available through Amazon. Wanting to connect and share, I got a Twitter account which got hacked last night.
I am pretty sure the imp only succeeded in annoying a few sweet people. Several messaged me because they knew I wouldn’t “say naughty” things about them.
The teacher in me reared up and I longed to deliver a tirade to the wayward one about using his/her apparent aptitude for something productive, but I settled for contacting the appropriate Twitter folk and changing my password.
This morning the problem was solved, and the incident reminded me of the bumper sticker that states, “Don’t sweat the small stuff, and it’s all small stuff.”
The bumper sticker is only true if you’ve first experienced some “Big Stuff”.
Last Sunday the service was crowded and the worship leader asked everyone to move to the middle so people waiting for seats could find places. Three members of a family sat down next to us and the dad sat on the pew behind them.
Having sat near this family before, we knew that the son, a young adult, had Cerebral Palsy. Worship began with singing and our pew partner was joyful. Hearing him made me joyful, but when he sang the lyrics, “Your grace is sufficient for me! Your grace is sufficient for me!” I heard a sermon.
My volunteer work allows me to help a young man with spinal bifida get his GED. He loves to learn and has out distanced my abilities in the algebra and geometry department. When he rolls into the computer lab with a smile on his face and his study notes in his hand, I see a sermon.
Matt, our grown son, was born with severe brain and optic nerve damage. I believe he is still a genius because he has learned so much with the cards he was dealt. Because of him, most things seem like small stuff to us.
When he was six we moved to a small town in Kansas. We had been there a few weeks when we received an invitation to dinner at the home of a professor at the university. She graciously extended the invitation to include the children.
I told her we would bring the girls, but I would get a sitter for Matt. She responded, “Oh bring him. We don’t believe in hiding your burdens.”
That was like a slap in the face! He wasn’t my burden; he was my blessing. Well, to make a short story shorter, she kept insisting until I (against my better judgment) agreed to bring all three kids.
When the evening was over the hostess was smitten with Mattie even though his table manners were messy and loud.
In her journal Mother wrote, “No problem is beyond God’s ability to solve. No circumstance too difficult for Him.”
I have great admiration for people who have overcome “Big Stuff”. They inspire me and make me realize most problems are small. In light of these overcomers, the imp hacking away on Twitter is really small stuff.