We helped out with a service project through church yesterday. Even though I'm incredibly angry with God right now, I didn't feel like I could take it out on other people by not helping, so we headed over to help an 8 month pregnant lady move out of her apartment. How's that for ironic? I'm mad at God for not giving me a baby, and I go to help an 8th month pregnant single mom move.
Anyways, I have to say that after moving her out of her apartment, I feel:
a) incredibly wealthy
b) incredibly selfish for the things that I want and buy
c) a new appreciation for vaccumming/dusting/mopping my floors
d) dogs that don't shed
Holy crap did this lady have dog hair. Everywhere. Kendall helped to move out one of their couches and when he took the couch away from his face he had giant globs of dog hair still stuck to his cheek. YUCK! We all left covered in dog hair. It was on every piece of furniture that we moved. This reinforced the notion that Kendall and I will never have a large dog. Because they pretty much all shed.
I have to say that we were a little un-Christian in our response to the filth. We didn't say or do anything in front of the lady, but when we saw her soiled mattrass, several of us refused to touch it. And then underneath was piles of dog hair and dirty clothes, it almost made me gag. The other thing we noticed was a smell that permeated the entire apartment, a combination of wet dog, dirty clothes, and something we couldn't identify. The last observation that was made was that it seems like those who are "less fortunate" (aka "poor") always seem to own a HUGE ass TV. Why is that? Several people that the church has helped move have been low income and yet seem to afford a big screen TV. Any thoughts?
Overall, it was a good experience on many levels and the woman involved was very appreciative and even cried once. I enjoyed helping her, and who knows, maybe it was good karma for our baby making.
2 comments:
I'm sure you were as polite as can be in a nasty situation like that. Props for helping others! a few less days in purgatory i suspect! ; )
I know how the God-hating goes. I've been there. I was convinced I was being punished for something as He was letting people w/out the means to have children get pregnant while we did not. I also learned that as mad at God as I was, it must have meant that I also strongly believed in Him. I knew He had some plan, and I would know what it was when the time was right. As painful a road it was, I now know when I look at my beautiful, healthy, perfect daugther why we had to wait, and why this happened to us. He timed everything perfectly so that she would be matched with us. I am still hopeful that her sibling will be a biological child, but so much of the stress has gone away. She has made us parents, and that is what we wanted the most! I do believe it is normal to want to blame "someone", and I know that others in our situation have also been very mad at God. Hang in there, you'll know what His plan is as soon as He is ready! (By the way, I'm not very religious, but do believe there is a God who has a plan for us all!)
Sincerely,
Suzanne's sister
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