Whenever hubby gets called into work on a weekend, I will usually start doing housework. Perhaps it is some sort of weird marital solidarity, or guilt? This particular weekend morning it was still dark outside as hubby headed out the door. I was already halfway through steam mopping the kitchen. I mean, its perfectly normal to steam clean your kitchen floors at 6:30am on a Saturday, right?
IT happened shortly after I was left alone. Could I blame it on the early morning fatigue? I was still half awake? No that won’t work, you can’t claim sleepiness while mopping; it is too vigorous of an activity.
I was kicking myself too because I knew it was going to happen before it happened. I sensed the weakness, but I PUSHED through. I didn’t want to waste any time. Then SNAP! The mop handle broke right down the middle. It was broken, broken, like ‘no amount of super glue’ broken.
Design flaw! That’s the story I would stick too when I had to confess to hubby. Forget that this was the SECOND time I broke this mop handle! THE. SECOND. TIME. Did I forget to mention that part earlier?
Mamas, do you know any other husbands that have to stock up on extra steam mop handles for their wives? Give me their number and our husbands can commiserate.
I wish I could tell you my wreckage stopped with broken steam mop handles, but just yesterday I managed to rip apart my Nike shoes and cause irreversible damage to a swifter handle. There are a few lessons to be learned from my wreckage: clearly, I detest mopping AND there is lots of brute strength in this little body.
If you are wondering where I am going with all these stories of destruction then you are not alone; me too.
I suppose it all boils down to a missed calling. I wish I could be a product tester. I don’t even know if it is a real job or how you secure a gig like that? Obliviously, I would be so amazing at it! Swiffer? Nike? Let me know if you want to offer me a position!
Mamas, can I switch callings? To that question, I find my answer in the Bible:
“Yes, the body has many different parts, not just one part. If the foot says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand,” that does not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not an eye,” would that make it any less a part of the body? If the whole body were an eye, how would you hear? Or if your whole body were an ear, how would you smell anything?
But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where He wants it. How strange a body would be if it had only one part! Yes, there are many parts but only one body. The eye can never say to the hand, “I don’t need you.” The hand can’t say to the feet, “I don’t need you.”
In fact, some of the parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary.”
I Corinthians 12: 14-22 NLT
We don’t get to choose our body parts or our callings. There is no switching. Somewhere out there is a product tester living MY best life. I may not be able be the ‘body part’ I want to be, but life isn’t about lamenting what we wish we could be.
Life is about embracing your body part calling.
Mamas, its time to be the best eye, hand, or foot you can be!
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