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It would be nice to know when the huge pile of mulch is coming.  We called to order the delivery and they said they would call us, and someone needed to be home when it was delivered.  But which day?  We were on stand-by.

Now, when a big pile of mulch is coming, I would like to be prepared.  There’s some old ratty garden clothes to find.  Some old shoes.  The work gloves.  We need to dig out the wheelbarrow, the shovel, the rake.  We might need to warn the neighbors.  And when a big pile of mulch is coming, I like to be prepared.  I might put off other strenuous chores so I have the energy to tear into the mulch.  I might have to reschedule appointments or prepare dinner ahead of time.  Did I mention that I like to be prepared?

I started thinking that sometimes life just dumps a great big pile of mulch on your front lawn without calling ahead of time to warn you that its coming.  I hate that, don’t you.

I like to be prepared.  Sometimes life happenings just don’t give you much warning.

I don’t have any deep theological arguments to give you or me that can put it all in perspective.  I’ll leave that to the theologians.

My plan is to just prepare what I can ahead of time and then just enjoy the days.  When the big pile of mulch comes, I’ll know it.

And then we tackle the pile one shovel at a time.

And the big piles of trouble or bad news that get dumped in our lives, I think, have to be handled in a similar way. 

If you are prepared by having a right relationship with God, good relationships with others, then enjoy life!

When the big pile of bad news arrives, you will know it.  And then you handle it one shovelful at a time. 

“Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Jesus, in the New Testament, Matthew 6:28

Have a worry-free day, Vicki