aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,

Riding the White Knuckle Express again

Got an event I've set in motion for this weekend. Promises have been made, schedules announced. This morning, I just found out the person I thought had volunteered to help with that event didn't have that impression at all. Oh dear me, no. *sigh* The Band really nailed it when they sang,
Pulled into Nazareth, was a feeling 'bout half past dead
Just need a place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me, where a man might find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand, "No" was all he said.
The world is full of grinning hand-shakers who won't be there when you need them. I know this; I don't know why it continues to surprise me when it happens. As Super Chicken used to say, "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it, Fred." Except it's not dangerous so much as just discouraging.

Still, I can't let myself stay in that place. There's too much to do. I remind myself of an old poster Deanne used to have in her dorm room back when we were dating that said, "God, striking wet matches in the dark, finally finds one that lights." God does not get discouraged, no matter how often we disappoint him. He keeps trying. And eventually, he finds someone who responds. May that someone be me, Lord. (And help me find some more, so I won't go crazy.)

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