Okay, now I feel like a dispatcher at a business. Yesterday was truly one of those busy days that make you appreciate the slower winter days. After I delivered sandwiches to JW and Luke before they left for the baseball game, I picked up the neighbor kids and my two younger kids and delivered everyone to their respective homes. At 4 pm, Bobby headed south to Reading to JW's game. At 4:45 pm, I delivered Jake to his scrimmage where upon I found a ride home for him since I would be milking when he was finished. One of the dad's offered before I even asked, he knew it was milking time. I came home and Sarah and I started chores. Then at 7 pm, Sarah and the neighbor girl walked down to another neighbors to attend a 4-H meeting. At 7:15 pm, Nana and Joann, Bobby's mother and step grandmother arrived from Georgia. I immediately dispatched them to the ball field where Jake was playing so they could see a little of his baseball savvy in action and to bring him home. Bobby arrived home with Luke at 7:30 pm. I put Luke to work, dispatched Bobby to go pick JW up from the school and go over to see Nana and Joann at the ball field. Sarah arrived home after the 4-H meeting and shortly thereafter, Bobby, Nana, Joann, JW and Jake all pulled to HQ. After we finished up chores, we listened to Jake tell us about his scrimmage blow by blow and enjoyed fresh from the oven sweetrolls and cold, creamy milk. Now do you understand why I feel like a dispatcher? I need a CB and a handle!
It was a situation I glossed over. I didn’t have to deal with it every single day but it was often enough for me to go to my Bible study group and submit it as a prayer request. They would listen to me and invariably one or two of them would tell me, “You’ve got to take care of that. Get rid of it.” I knew I should, but I didn’t want to face the conflict and I was fearful of the consequences. Life would not be the same. I would have to find other avenues to fill the void that the resolution would create. So instead of facing it once and for all, I worked around it. I figured out ways to deal with it. My work was suffering because of it, but I kept making excuses that it would get better over time. If I just kept feeding the monster, it would be satisfied, and things would work out. But that’s not what happened. I had sleepless nights of worry; I was short-tempered and spent a lot of time wringing my hands and waiting for a better result. Before you start ...
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