A while back I wrote that little things mean a lot. Some of my fondest memories are little things at the time they occurred. However, little irritations can pile up and do great harm to our peace of mind.
Try spending the night in a room with a male mosquito if you don’t think a little thing can drive you crazy. The male makes a loud buzzing sound when he flies to attract females. He cannot inject a tube and draw blood like a female mosquito, but he will buzz around your ears then land on you for a second and fly off again before you can swat him. He never seems to get tired, but you sure will.
It isn’t always one constant little thing. Sometimes it is a series of little things. Everyone has been after me to sleep in my bed instead of my power chair, so Wednesday of this week I tried it again. Shortly before my caregiver was scheduled to arrive, the phone rang. It seems like that happens every time I am in bed because I can’t reach the receiver from my bed. I struggled to reach the speaker button but could hear no one on the line. After the phone rang again, I sat on the edge of the bed and used my sliding board to transfer to my power chair to return the call and see what was happening. I was getting very irritated. It was my caregiver saying she was picking up some food for me and was running a little late. I had scheduled my Physical Therapist Thursday morning at nine to give me enough time to have breakfast first, but by the time my caregiver arrived, there was no time for breakfast before PT was at my door.
By that time I was losing my temper at every little thing that went wrong the rest of the day. That is often the way Satan attacks our peace and serenity. The best defence is to isolate each small event by taking a moment to pray and lay it in God’s mighty hands. That will keep them from piling up and weighing us down. That is what I will do next time and I hope you will do it as well.