I called Dottie when I learned that her husband was AGAIN being admitted to the VA hospital. I said I was sorry. Then I said, “It seems like it is just one thing after another for you.”
Her response was immediate and decisive. “Oh, no, I don’t think of it like that at all. It’s new each time.”
I felt both instructed and admonished. I have thought often of Dottie’s response and today had the opportunity to learn more about how she views her life.
She explained it to me, in a manner that evidenced her view as one she thought should be obvious to anyone. “I refuse to think of an event as repetitive. I see each time as new. It’s really the only way to live. I couldn’t stand to say, “‘O, that again.’” And, then, by way of confirming to herself that her perspective was valid she smiled and said, “It truly is different every time!”
I wonder if I could refresh my life by unwrapping the weariness of repetitive events and repackaging them into each time a new experience.
Would I be giving God room in my heart to reveal his creativity? Would I be giving myself room to grow?
What repetitive responses or events clutter your life? How would things be different if you chose to welcome each time as a new experience?