Yesterday, I gave away a couple chairs. The folks who were picking them up were 45 minutes late, and the phone numbers they gave me didn't work.
So, I had hauled one chair outside my condo door, and the second downstairs onto the front porch, where I was sitting and waiting for them. (I don't let strangers into my house - just doesn't seem safe. I give away a lot of stuff on freecycle, and always just take it down into the lobby for the people who are picking it up.)
No show. No working phone number.
I waited a half hour, and hauled everything back upstairs.
15 minutes later (45 minutes after they had committed to arrive), they rang the doorbell.
I felt, and unfortunately acted, really cranky. Still feeling that weird combination of irritated and guilty-for-being-irritated.
To top it off ... no email this morning thanking me, or apologizing for being late.
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- Trinka
- The most important thing about me isn't about me at all. It's about God. Though He is perfectly holy, and I had no hopes of being so, He loved me (and you!). There had to be punishment for sin – justice had to be satisfied. So God sent His own Son, Jesus Christ, who lived a sinless life Himself, and died to pay the penalty for sin. Because of that sacrifice, I can be right with God. And so can you … and so can anyone who will cease trusting in their own goodness -- but rather acknowledge that they have none, and trust in Jesus Christ’s sacrifice instead. The less interesting things about me are: I am the office manager for the church I attend and also have a small business re-binding books & Bibles. I’m in the process of overcoming the horror of school gym classes, and learning to think of exercise as a “good thing” rather than an exercise in public humiliation. I love being outdoors, particularly when Michigan allows a person to be outside without the danger of frostbite. (that would be “July”)
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Urg. That would aggravate me as well.
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