No short cuts2

This afternoon I spent time cleaning up my old place so that someone else could use it. I enjoyed the solitude. I reflected on the many memories at had there — the joys and the tears. I felt my heavenly Father’s presence with me.

A good part of the time at my old place was spent shredding two big boxes of old documents on the office shredder which I had borrowed home. The shredder wouldn’t take more than four to five sheets at a time. Obviously I got impatient when I saw how slow the pile was moving.

I attempted to speed it up by putting more sheets in, but the paper got jammed and I ended up spending more time unclogging the bits that were left lodged between the blades.

I thought about the current situation that I am in and how impatient I am for people and things to change. It’s no accident that I am reminded twice on the same day that some things, like baking bread and shredding paper, just take time.