The furnace man is supposed to come with a new pump today. After a few days of warmer weather, we're up to the high fifties in here. We've been mooching supper and evening warmth off DOB's family this week. But mornings are cold.
This weekend, in a braver mood than usual, I assured DOB that I would be fine--"It's just for a few days," I said.
"That's right," he said, and then, "And I mean that about everything."
Everything: exhaustion, unpaid bills, sickness, broken relationships, persecution, even death itself. They're all just for a few days.
And when they're over and we see what they were building, we'll feel mighty silly for having complained.
"For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal." II Corinthians 4:17-18