Life Does Have Its Compensations – Occasionally

On occasion, it appears as though there is definitely no equity in this world, and afterward something brilliant happens compensating for practically everything. This previous week I was sufficiently blessed to experience one of. 

On occasion, it appears as though there is definitely no equity in this world, and afterward something brilliant happens compensating for practically everything. This previous week I was sufficiently blessed to experience one of those uncommon gems of life. 

I should state not all weeks are this way. My weeks for the most part range from awful to more awful to this rarely stop. 

A typical week for me is the point at which I step forward and get keep running over by an auto. Or, on the other hand, exactly when I believe I'm made up for lost time, I find I've been chipping away at a week ago's schedule. 

Not that I'm whining on the grounds that grumbling never gets anyplace in life. In any event, no place I need to go. 

A man who grumbles so anyone might hear is a man who is not hitched. Spouses have a method for transforming their better half's whining into "Well, its your own particular blame." It's stunning how this one expression can cover a huge number of sins. 

Along these lines, I'm not griping, I'm quite recently considering on my life and praising an awesome occasion this week. 

I returned home on Tuesday and the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage was not there. I made myself some espresso and got settled in my armchair to rest from the works of the day. 

A decent measure of Joe goes far to smooth the unpleasant edges of quickly. No sooner was I settled than the phone rang. It was my better half. 

"Are you home yet?" she said in an extremely resigned and calm voice. From the tone of her voice, I knew something wasn't precisely right.

For a moment, I was tempted to answer her question in the negative. But then I do value my life. I knew the question was rhetorical and was not the reason for her calling. Something was up.

“Could you come over to the church right now?” she asked.

I had just settled in my easy chair and was a little reluctant to extricate myself from my comfort zone. I could, but I wondered why she wanted me to come over.

It wasn’t my birthday so I knew it was not a surprise party. It wasn’t our anniversary. And as far as I knew I was not in any trouble, which in itself does not rule out my being in trouble.

“Why,” I queried.

“I just need you to come over here right now, pleeease.”

When my wife says “pleeease,” I know there’s a very good reason for it. Namely, she is in trouble and needs my assistance. Granted, this is a rare occurrence.

“Is there something wrong? Are you all right?” I asked.

“Well,” she hesitated, “I think I locked my keys in the car.”

Life does not get any better than this.

Often this situation has been reversed. I cannot tell how many times when I called home the first thing she says to me is, “Did you run out of gas?” Or, “Did you lock yourself out of your car?”

It’s not so much what she says as how sarcastically she says it.

Out of every 100 calls I make home I would say 95 of them fit into either one of those categories very nicely. It has come to the point where I dread calling home. Then she usually concludes the telephone conversation with, “I can’t see how anybody can run out of gas or lock their keys in the car as often as you do.”

Now the sock was on the other foot. My Beloved, who chides me so often about losing my keys or locking my keys in the car, has now done the same thing herself. Isn’t life great?

“Let me see if I understand this,” I said as sarcastically as I possibly could without bursting into hysterical laughter, “you locked your keys in the car?”

A hushed “yes,” drifted through the phone line.

“Excuse me,” I said rather haughtily, “I didn’t quite hear you.”

The responsive “yes” pierced the telephone and almost knocked me on my seat. “I locked my keys in the car … are you happy?” she snapped.

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I was.

Whether it was my imagination or not, somehow I felt her eyes bore into my soul and I knew even though it was her mistake, I was in trouble. This is just the way life is.

However, such trouble is more delicious than two scoops of raisins in every box.

It has been a long time since I have enjoyed an errand as much as I did going over to the church and unlocking my wife’s car door for her.

Being the gentleman I am, I didn’t say anything but I sure did smile a lot. She, being the gracious lady she is, didn’t say anything but glared a lot.

I enjoyed it all.

That evening during supper, and after supper, she was rather quiet. I was sporting a snickering smile all evening.

Finally, she said, “All right, go ahead have your laugh.”

And I did.

As a Christian, I have discovered not every day is what you might call a good day. God has a marvelous way of keeping tabs on all of this.

The verse that brings comfort and encouragement in this area is Romans 8:28: “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”

OccasionallyScience Articles, life gives you a moment that compensates for every other moment in your life.

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