Since I was not dealing with too much pain yesterday, I had energy to tackle a stack of mail that I let pile up over the holidays. Yes, a stack of mail. You know unimportant things like letters from the insurance company (Ahem…. Anyway…). I opened an item that held proof of car insurance cards. As I glanced at it I realized that it was for a 1985 Blazer…. We don’t have a 1985 Blazer (not that I wouldn’t love one of those “Mad Max Revisited” cars, trust me, the meaner and badder they are, the more I love them).
Our son has one though…. He also uses the same insurance office as we do…
So, long story short, Matt had a 1995 Saturn that he sold in order to drive this Mad Max fantasy truck (my fantasy, his truck), and we HAVE a 2003 Saturn that Rick drives his 150 mile round trip to the test site every day. The insurance company took OFF Rick’s Saturn and put ON Matt’s truck to OUR policy while they left his 1995 Saturn policy intact….
The horrid reality of this situation is that unbeknownst to any of us, and due to no fault of our own, Rick has been driving for a little over a month without insurance on his car – WITH other co-workers who ride with him at times! Just reliving the thot of this is making me break out with itching sweat beads all over again!
I quickly had the insurance company right THEIR “lazical” wrong (they were too lazy to bother to figure out if this was RICK or MATTHEW doing the changes or the fact that it was a 1995 or 2003 Saturn, big differences there) so that Rick could drive home with insurance last night. We will deal with the fall out of this, money wise, later. My only concern yesterday was that he had insurance for his drive home.
As I was on hold for an umpteenth time, listening how this unnamed insurance company could help me with other insurance needs, banking needs and other ‘wonderfully boring’ issues of life, I felt the Holy Spirit whisper to me – “Margins, Cee, margins…. This is a lesson for you here…. If you had TIME margins set into your schedule this past fall, you would have opened that notice when you first got it and realized the mistake a month ago. But you were too busy with your volunteering then illness to deal with it.” Ouch… but true…
How many times this fall have I let my mail pile up for weeks at a time? Gosh, how many times had I only checked my mail once a week, to my mailman’s chagrin? I just haven’t scheduled time in my life to check or deal with my mail. Because it’s ‘wonderfully boring’ and I’m ‘too busy’ with ‘other stuff’ that really doesn’t matter in the larger scheme of life.
I prayed silently, “Lord, please forgive me for not taking the time to deal with what I think is ‘wonderfully boring’ issues in life. Help me to be diligent in setting intentional margins of time to handle the mail that comes daily, and all that it entails.”
Then I wrote a note to myself: Lesson in margins – make time for the boring stuff too.
p.s. only had to take two doses of Advil yesterday and am in the same pain (not so bad) today. Big praise in the pain department! Thank you for your prayers! Still no call from the rheumatologist, if I haven’t heard from them by tomorrow, Wednesday, I’ll call. I want to give them enough time to get over their holiday, too.
When we deal with simply what’s in front of us moment to moment there is a “magical” time extension…and wonderfully what happens is we deal with what is really important first and we then “set good margins for what we think is important” and then we find the beauty in balance.
Hi just thought i would tell you something.. This is twice now i’ve landed on your blog in the last 3 weeks looking for completely unrelated things. Spooky or what?