God stretched me using hair in the drain
It’s five minute Friday again. The day other word-lovers take 5 -minutes to write without overthinking about the word of the day. Visit these other fabulous writers at Lisa Jo’s. Today’s word: stretch
Piles of raw meat on a wagon pulled by a bicycle to the local restaurants merely amazed me. New foods and chopsticks were fun to try. Receiving one ticket a day to shower in the public showers didn’t bother me. Neither did the bathroom troughs with a stream of water running underneath me as I squatted. My adjustment to Chinese culture for six weeks was fast and fairly easy. Even jet lag wasn’t too bad.
The “big” things, the ones I had prayed and worried about. Those weren’t the problems. The stretching came in little things: unexpected bouts of claustrophobia in a tightly-packed, 14- hour long plane ride; embarrassing tears of frustration as I tried and could not hear the correct ways to say the Chinese words I wanted to learn; long black Asian hairs that clogged the bathroom sink and didn’t get cleaned up often. In details, God reminded me I was weak and needed His strength.
Still, ten years later, it isn’t the big events where I have trouble leaning on Him and remembering who is in control. It is the little details, the ones I want to control, expect to control, where I recognize my selfishness and have to lay it all down again.