Some days there just isn’t enough of me to go around. Being rather small in stature that shouldn’t surprise those who know me well.
Last week was one of those times everybody wanted a piece of me…or all of me if they could.
The Apainter Paul won a bid to paint the interior of a four bedroom house. A young family bought it from someone who didn’t bother cleaning it up at all before they put it on the market. I didn’t know dust could accumulate so thick on ceiling fans.
The family wants it painted rather quickly so they can move in soon. They also want new carpeting upstairs so we have some time to get it done.
Paul asked me to commit at least two days to this project for him. Since he helps me out I said I would. Since Monday was spoken for Tuesday and Wednesday were dedicated to painting said house.
I greatly appreciated the break from staring at a windshield most of my life recently.
Paul left to get more paint just before noon on Wednesday.
The dispatcher from the temp agency I drive for called shortly after he left. “Can you drive to Memphis tonight? They want you to start at eleven.”
I wasn’t surprised by the request. I agreed to put myself through another drive-through-the-night run because I know they’re short handed with drivers for that one.
Less than an hour later the dispatcher from the window company texted me. He wanted to know if I could drive for him Thursday and Friday. I told him no because I’d be in Memphis those days.
I told you there isn’t enough of me to go around some days.
When I explained to Paul how wanted I was he said I needed to get a woman to need me the same way.
God and I have had that conversation several times.
I’m thinking the one who makes me feel like I’m home when I look in her eyes would be a good choice. Why does He make her the one who doesn’t seem to want any man? Why do I have to get assigned to His special cases?
Patience is something I’ve had built in me to an extreme lately. Is that what she needs more than anything?
I think she’s worth it but I’m not getting any younger here…and neither is she…hint, hint.
About the time it seems we’re back to being good friends I seem to do or say something that moves it all back to square one.
I’m open to other possibilities. I really am. I just don’t want to settle for second best and I can’t seem to shake that feeling of being at home.
Okay. So it’s established that I’m a wanted man by some. Whether it lands me in jail is yet to be determined.
Stay tuned.
Jesus was a wanted man, too.
The populous wanted Him to feed and heal them.
The disciples wanted Him to lead them into the kingdom God promised.
The religious leaders wanted Him dead so He didn’t take their power away.
Jesus did feed and heal while He walked this earth.
The kingdom is still coming where the disciples will rule with Jesus.
Jesus died to make everything come together in the most unexpected way imaginable.
I don’t know when, how or if my life will come together anytime soon.
These struggles to pay my bills and find a partner to share life with may never end.
I do know I’ll continue to serve God by painting, driving and whatever else is laid before me to do.
It’s just that…can You take away that feeling of being at home if it’s time to move on, please?
I’ll see you later. Wade
