It was Tuesday and I was making dinner. Stir fry. Cheap, and more importantly, easy to make. I'm terrible at cooking and my in-laws were coming for dinner so I played it safe. I cut myself almost every time I have to chop veggies, but I got through that part just fine this time and thought I was out of the woods. Until...I made instant rice. Does it get any easier than instant rice? You literally just mix rice and water and put it in the microwave. Unless you're me, you read the back of the box wrong, you mix 2 cups water with a quart and half of water (which was supposed to be the size serving bowl I used). Obviously it doesn't cook. No biggie, I'll just start over. It's super cheap so I don't feel too wasteful. Austin is watching all this play out and being super patient and supportive. I'm standing right by the sink ready to dump it down the drain, he gently tells me "I don't think you should do that, just throw it in the trash." What do I do? Dump it down the drain and made new rice (for all reading who are so un-domestic like me, the ratio is 1 to 1 on the water rice thing). Dinner is served and life is good. Until...I go to do dishes. Why won't the water drain? Because my husband told me not to dump 2 cups of rice down the sink and I did it anyways.
My husband and both of our dads try to fix it, and honestly I'm irritated that they can't fix it and then I'm irritated that Austin's calling the plumber. Well, $300 later, we have a working sink and drain. Ouch. That hurts, especially since I went off payroll Monday, but I think my pride might hurt a tiny bit more though. I love to be right and have so much trouble listening to other people's ideas on how to do things. Unfortunately for Austin, I think I have the most trouble listening to his ideas because I love girl power and think I have to prove it all the time (like when we are working out and I taunt him about how I can do the same things and lift as much and I totally can't). My pride hurts but I learned more than one thing this week. The first, don't pour rice down the sink. The second, hear my husband out on issues I know nothing about, like plumbing. The third, feeling forgiveness is really cool. Austin isn't a dweller. If he had been the one to pour the rice down the sink I'd probably secretly still feel a little anger. Spoiler alert: it wouldn't be a secret or a little. He would know. I'd go on and on about how much it costed us and how he should have just listened to me. When the day was done, Austin hugged me and had the most genuine smile on his face and said, "We will probably just laugh about this someday." He hired the plumber, let me go to Chicago and have fun, and handled the situation. And now it's done and over with. This week I got a tiny glimpse of the type of grace and forgiveness Jesus has for me. How many times I have felt nudges not to do something and I just do it anyways. Gossiping, buying things we don't need, getting angry at my kids, ignoring the need for devotion and prayer, and so much more. I'm forgiven every. single. time. and I'm so thankful.
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Ruth vanderheide
9/22/2017 09:20:22 am
Dear Haley. You are so special to my heart, and I so much love to read Stepping With The Stones. So full of insights on a high level. Blessings, My Friend.
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