Little things

Don’t you find it is the little things that mostly annoy? The spot of paint on the floor despite the fact there was a ground sheet, the splash of gravy or wine on that clean white skirt or dress, the appearance of a spider’s web after you have vacuumed the house! The list could go on and on, you could list quite a few I’m sure. Something out-of-place annoys me. I would be sitting quietly and resting and then something attracts my attention. I try to ignore it but it begins to play on my mind. After a short wrestling with my thoughts I have to get up and fix the problem. The problem shouldn’t exist and in fact if you think about it the problem lies within ourselves if we let things get to us. When I was young and growing up I was noted for my dedication to detail, everything had to be spot on perfect and my endeavours merely were an exercise in time-wasting, not intentionally, I simply had to concentrate. No matter how hard I tried my efforts always proved pointless though I didn’t know that because my efforts often put me top of the class. Whatever I did was close to being as perfect as anyone could make it but in life nothing really is perfect is it? When we grow up we begin to see our limitations but we still strive for perfection if we are conscientious. In the end we just do our best. My attention to the out-of-place things which annoy me is my own downfall but I think to myself ‘I’m not going to be defeated’. I am my own worst enemy I suppose. On Sunday afternoon I was out on the patio sitting down and simply wiling the time away. I saw a fallen leave near to where I was sitting. Eventually I picked it up then noticing another I picked that up too. I ended up picking up leaves from everywhere and then realised it was an impossible task. Why was I doing that instead of simply sitting down for the rest I should have been taking? I stopped doing it but a few minutes later I found myself trimming back a bush and pruning another! That’s the way I am, I cannot relax, I’ve got to find something to do. The small things get to me and I wish they wouldn’t!

Shirley Anne

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Author: Shirley Anne

Happy to be alive because of Jesus