Under the Bridge

Often I feel like I’m pushing the proverbial manure uphill. It’s these times that I find I need to do a reality check. The tyranny of the urgent hides the blessings that are all around me.

When was the last time I went without food, was forced to sleep without shelter, was worried that a bomb might fall on me in the night? I may well be burdened with too much to do, but as my mother rebuffs when I complain of not enough time in the day, “There is enough time in the day, God gave us 24 hours so obviously 24 hours is adequate for everything he wants you to do!” Good point mum.

Jesus said “Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” When I am pushing poop uphill, I probably really am pushing crap, because I’m carrying the wrong burden. What a waste of energy. 

Often all I need is a pause, a moment to bring my thoughts captive and have my attitude adjusted and all of a sudden I can leave the crap by the way side and spend my energy on what is worthwhile. Not always easy, but always a relief.

Oh I soon pick up a bunch of other shtuff, but maybe I’m wisening up. Maybe one day I can ditch the dung altogether and especially give up trying to push it uphill.