Birdie Understands

I was overreacting a tad yesterday about the anchors. My friend Birdie understands me, and offered the following:
"...here is some guidance... I just pray for the Lord to bring some man along who could do it for me or better yet, TEACH me how... teach a man to fish ... " Okay Jesus, please bring someone who loves power tools, intimidates mechanics, and has a great sense of direction-- even better if they're good with investments and enjoy filing taxes.

I get mad when I have to do man jobs-- fix things, make car decisions, pick up things that are too heavy. Do men get this flustered when they have to sew on a button, choose throw pillows, or plan a menu?

My pastor surprised me today. Usually his sermons make me sad because they're about how it's not about us and our desires, but it's all about God's plan. Today he said that we try to fill our own wells with supplying what we think will fill us up. But those wells crack and dry up. So God lures us into the desert to speak tenderly to us in the places we have lowered our expectations. I am weary of filling up this well by the spoonful or scant cup of what I can acquire. Hoping I can hope again for God to hit the vein of water that rises effortlessly.