Hint: This post is about more than a broken can opener so hang in here with me.
The other day I turned the twirl-y thing on my can opener around a can of green beans 42,000 times, but nothing happened.
So I bought a new can opener. Real modern-looking. I figured it would last longer. That afternoon, I tried to open the green beans again. I held the can opener every possible way, but I couldn’t get the stupid thing to work.
Wouldn’t even poke a hole in the can.
When my husband came home from work, I handed him the can opener. He’s a mechanical genius.
It took him about thirty minutes to open the green beans. “Yeah, it works. You just have to hold the can opener at a forty-five degree angle.”
“That’s crazy. I should just use my teeth.”
I’d already tossed the receipt. I was stuck with it.
Every time I saw the new can opener peeking at me from the drawer it annoyed me.
You’re not getting the best of me, Mr. Can Opener! I’ll show you who’s boss!
For the next few days, I cooked without any canned goods.
Then God slipped a truth into my heart. He’s so good at that. Especially when I’m being ridiculous.
Sometimes you do this with people. You shut them out and hold onto bitterness.
That takes a lot of energy.
I’d been pouting with people and can openers.
The next day, I picked out another can opener. The new one has a simple design, but it works beautifully.
I celebrated by making a big pot chili with lots of canned tomatoes.
I’m tossing the other can opener–along with my bad attitude.
“Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice…” Eph 4:31 ESV