It was just one of those falling down kind of days. These days, my muscles stop working together and start working apart rather suddenly. I fall down. I tip over. I drop things. They are days where every thing from talking to reaching for a glass of water is an athletic event.
The one thing I reached easily and quickly on that particular day of difficulty was annoyance. My annoyance was so strong, it practically glared back at me, huffing and squawking and ruffling feathers. And just as annoyance huffed up and started to sit down in ruffled unhappiness next to me, I started laughing. Annoyance disappeared.
What I know from my own steady struggles is that life has them, and our struggle does not make us less worthy or less loveable. Our struggles are not evidence of the Holy loving us less or even necessarily of punishment.
There is plenty of trouble and suffering in life, lots of it beyond our control and even more than is within our circle of influence. The other day controlling a glass of water was elusive, but returning to laughter and blessing wasn’t. Granted, I have a lot of practice with meeting my false expectations and setting down to a hearty laugh. Expecting things to be easier than they are is probably my most common source of laughing, because I know differently. Much comedy is based on the false expectation unmasked.
The falling down kind of day still had plenty of falling, tipping over, and having to stop while my muscles regrouped. But annoyance did not come back to roost, and I was more able to be attentive to the many blessings the day did have: friends, laughter, good stories, sweet water, and chance to feel a warm breeze on my face for a few minutes. It was very good, an excellent day really, a day of blessing.