As a Manner of Fact

I was making some breakfast this morning, waiting in front of the toaster and next to the refrigerator which I'm blocking entry access. I sensed someone walk up behind me and stop; they don't say anything, but just stand there, waiting...no "excuse me" or anything. So, providing satisfaction at their attempt of non-verbal communication as to what they want, I stepped aside and they opened the fridge. I was nonplussed at their lack of manners - they are an adult. Ridiculous. Unbelievable. I must say though, that this is not just one occassion they've done this. Several times before they've walked up to my desk and just stood behind my chair and wait until I turn around. Um, aren't you the one disturbing me? Can you atleast say my name or something so that I know you're there, because I may not hear or see you standing there. I don't know why this bothers me so much, but it does. There are few things that irk me to no end and things like this happens to be one of them.

We Ought Naught Worry

Many times I've worried about what the next day will bring. On occasion I'd wonder: what am I going to eat? Where am I going to find that important document I misplaced? What is so-and-so going to say to me which I might not have a retort? How am I going to make it through an arduous day? Then, when tomorrow is here I find myself smiling because I worried so much about it and I shouldn't have; because I know that all my needs will be met & and my concerns will come to naught. Just yesterday I had forgotten to grab something to eat for breakfast and as I was driving I was mentally kicking myself for not getting something - but God provided. Someone had made a German chocolate baked dish and it was in the employee kitchen - aha - breakfast! Unfortunately, it wasn't a very healthy accompaniment to my coffee, but it stymied hunger pains until lunch! When things like this happen I'm reminded of Matthew 6:25-34, which specifically states that we're not to worry about things like this - oh you of little faith! Yep, sometimes that's me, having little faith. But it's the little things like that which constantly remind me that my faith may be the size of a mustard seed, but God can move a mountain - or what may be mountain-like to you.