Monday Morning Minute: February 8, 2010

Today’s Devotion comes from Rev. Post and his devotions to college students.

"Lord, calm me down on the inside because I can't slow down on the outside!"

All of us have days that I call 'Burners' - days in which you are running and gunning, you're flush with adrenaline and your day's schedule is BRUTAL! I have learned, from my own mistakes, that there are two particular temptations on 'Burner Days'. The first is a peculiar tendency that we have to be short, even rude to others. It's almost like we feel somewhat justified, since we are loaded down. Interruptions become much more aggravating, it's like, don't these people know I'm running my tail off?! Sound familiar? :-) The other big temptation is more sneaky. College Buddies, when you are running on fumes, the Enemy can whisper a worry or concern into your ear. When this happens in the middle of a 'Burner' day, it always frightens us much more than on a normal day! Sound familiar? :-) I am no expert here, but here are two tips. First, commit EACH day to the Lord the night before....before you go to sleep, pray for the next day. Secondly, take a verse with you through a rough day, think about it, meditate on it in the middle of the madness. Sounds crazy? I dare you to try it, start with this one.

"Fear thou not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my victorious right hand." Isaiah 41: 10

Thought for the week: There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people.
-- Muhammad Ali

Funny for the week: Perfect wife...by Perfect husband

Perfect wife... well, almost. It is important for men to remember that as women grow older it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as they
did when they were younger. When men notice this, they should try not to yell. Let me relate how I handle the situation.

When I got laid off from my consulting job and took "early retirement" in January, it became necessary for Nancy to get a full-time job, both for extra income and for health benefits that we need. She was a trained medical transcriber when we met twenty-eight years ago, and was fortunate to land a job at a local transcription house.
It was shortly after she started working at this job that I noticed that she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from fishing or hunting about the same time she gets home from work. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says that she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts supper. I try not to yell at her when this happens. Instead, I tell her to take her time. I understand that she is not as young as she used to be. I just tell her to wake me when she finally does get
supper on the table.
She used to wash and dry the dishes as soon as we finished eating. It is now not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after supper. I do what I can by reminding her several times each evening that they aren't cleaning themselves. I know she appreciates this, as it does seem to help her get them done before she goes to bed.
Our washer and dryer are in the basement. When she was younger, Nancy used to be able to go up and down the stairs all day and not get tired. Now that she is older she seems to get tired so much more quickly. Sometimes she says she just can't make another trip down those steps. I don't make a big issue of this. As long as she finishes up the laundry the next evening, I am willing to overlook it.
Not only that, but unless I need something ironed to wear to the Monday lodge meeting, or to Wednesday's or Saturday's poker club or to Tuesday's or Thursday's bowling or something like that, I will tell her to wait until the next evening to do the ironing. This gives her a little more time to do some of those odds and ends things like shampooing the dog, vacuuming, or dusting. Also, if I have had a really good day fishing, this allows her to gut and scale the fish at a more leisurely pace.
Nancy is starting to complain a little occasionally. Not often, mind you, but just enough for me to notice. For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour. In spite of her complaining, I continue to try to offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any, if you know what I mean when doing simple jobs she seems to think she needs more rest periods than she used to have to take. A couple of weeks ago she said she had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I overlook comments like these because I realize it's just age talking. In fact, I
try not to embarrass her when she needs these little extra rest breaks. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade, and just sit for a while. I tell her that as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me and take her break by the hammock so she can talk with me until I fall asleep.
I could go on and on, but I think you know where I'm coming from. I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Nancy on a daily basis. I'm not saying that the ability to show this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible. No one knows better than I do how frustrating women can become, as they get older. My purpose in writing this is simply to suggest that you make the effort. I realize that achieving the exemplary level of showing consideration I have attained is out of reach for the average man.
However, guys, even if you just yell at your wife a little less often because of this article, I will consider that writing it was worthwhile.

Regards, Ken.

PS : Ken's funeral was on Saturday, May 17th.
Nancy was acquitted Monday, May 19.