When Mountains Turn to Molehills
The kitchen emitted an eardrum-splicing pitch.
“The fridge is making weird sounds,” I said to Husband. He grunted. It was early.
Fretting about yet another household item that required repair, I set about my morning in the attempt to surpress the feeling that everything was going on the fritz simultaneously. I trudged the moutain of worry until I put my ear to the fridge door a few hours later.
It sounded like metal vibrating. Taking a deep breath, I entertained the idea that perhaps the sound was coming from a nearby cabinet instead.
The “fridge sound” was a metal drying rack atop a metal cake form. The refrigerator motor hummed soundlessly. The metal forms did not.
It was nothing really. A mountain that turned into a molehill.
How often do we fret, relentlessly perhaps, about things that are easily prevented? When we rush around without thought, we forget that perhaps the noise we are hearing isn’t what we think. Perhaps it is quite the opposite.
This morning was a lesson in slow. When we take a moment to view the Big Picture, we sometimes find things aren’t always what they seem!
Have you had a mountain-turned-molehill moment lately? Please share!