At church this morning (ow…those chairs do not agree with my hip. Another thing to get mad at DePuy about), Peaches came up and said “Hey, Peg! What’s up?” so I said “ok, remember you asked…” and told her all about The Mess.
“Oh boy…what are you going to do?” So I told her, and also that I was pissed as hell about it all.
“You need to take this like a good Calvinist.” she replied. “It’s all in God’s plan for you, He has something good in mind. Remember that. But don’t be afraid to look for a just compensation from DePuy, either. There’s no reason for you to roll over and accept what’s happened. But don’t forget to give the 10% to the church after it’s settled.”
“Gee Peaches, you sound like the Preacher’s Wife. I was going to get Terry a motorcycle!”
Seeing that a Pilot steers the ship in which we sail, who will never allow us to perish even in the midst of shipwrecks, there is no reason why our minds should be overwhelmed with fear and overcome with weariness.