Well better late than never to the FMF party. Now it's Saturday, and it's been quite a week, with a pesky demon-looking hurricane named Matthew glaring at us, horrible videos of vulgar talk and treatment of women, and the normal trials of balancing family and a business run from home. Let's just throw in adoption, and culture, and teachers conferences, and teenage hormones. Makes for a really nice test, doesn't it?
This is a test. This is only a test. If this were a true emergency you would be directed to...well, can't remember where we would be directed to, but it sounded official and important.
Yes, I remember the blood-curdling sound announcing the test of the Emergency Broadcast System. There were always mixed reactions to that sound. Frustration that our show was interrupted. Back before the comfort of DVR, whatever was blocked during the test was gone forever. But amid our frustration was a sense of awe, knowing that if it were a true emergency, someone somewhere in some official place had a plan. And there was always a sense of relief being assured that it was only a test. Not a true emergency.
Life lesson there, glaring at me.
Had quite a few tests this week. Some I passed, others, well, let's just say the jury is out. May have to retake them.
There was the customer who rudely insisted that we pay for new kitchen hardware because her husband didn't like her selection, and now it's "only fair" that we eat the cost of her change in plans. (Other hardware is not returnable now.) To the tune of $200. Part of me wants to tell her where she can put the extra hardware, but that's the test-failing part of me. The other makes me want to eat the $200, but after I, in no uncertain words, let her know that it's not her right, but the extreme kindness of my heart that makes me even consider doing this. The voice that said, "Give it to the Lord, He will take care of the results" was weak and not at all audible.
Would have loved to have heard that blood-curdling sound and seen the colorful screen as a reminder.
Or how about just yesterday when I jumped all over my son for walking into a room scraping a large object on the floor just as I was finishing my one hundred and ninety ninth take of a promo video we were shooting, of course with.deadline.looming. No screech. No colored TV screen to remind me.
Truth be told, our days are filled with all kinds of tests. We just don't recognize most of them.
Will we react in kindness when sarcasm is easier and much more enjoyable?
Will we go the extra mile for someone who in our minds doesn't deserve it?
Will we give when it is hard, and messy, and we are so, so tired?
Most of our days aren't filled with final exams. Just pop quizzes. I don't always test well.
How about you?