Forgiveness: Not Crying Over Spilled Milk

She said…

I hate throwing away food. The first time we had the RV in the shop over Christmas, we had time to plan, a Minnie RV to live in with an empty freezer, and time to figure out what we would need for our time away from home. Before we had our last setback and an unexpected two week delay while we were waiting for a new slide motor, I had stocked the freezer with meat and fruit for the next leg of our trip. We asked the customer service people at La Mesa to park us in the sun while we were in limbo and assumed that our solar system would keep our freezer operational. They kept it in the sun and the solar system would have worked, but they didn’t close the power disconnect and turn on the inverter when they finished working on it, so for two weeks there was no power to the fridge. It would have been nice if somebody had checked. We lost about $200 in groceries, had a huge mess to clean up, and the casualties included all the blackberries and peaches I picked in Oregon last year.

The other thing that is amiss is the Echo dot. . .it’s literally missing. It was a Christmas gift from Shannon’s sister Teri, and I can distinctly remember unplugging it and putting it in what I thought of at the time as a perfect spot for travel (everything has its place). Since it only had the one travel day, maybe I just can’t remember where that perfect spot was, but there just aren’t that many places to hide stuff in a well-organized RV. I’m beginning to assume it was stolen in the hopes that I will be humbled and embarrassed when we find it.

And now to my point. . .I have a really bad habit of hanging on to things. In retrospect, it is quite miraculous that I managed to shed my house and most of my possessions to go on this adventure. I believe that holding on to food, even subconsciously, is why I have had a weight problem my entire life. I have known for a long time (since my last and final divorce) that forgiveness is not about giving the offender a pass, it is about letting go of the offense so that we can get on with our lives. Shannon is so good at this. . .he can evaluate a situation and let go of stuff he can’t control and move on right away. I find myself bringing up past offenses in conversation, as though airing my grievances again and again will somehow make me justified in my pain and suffering,

Teri asked if we were going to call La Mesa and report our stolen Echo dot. We don’t think that would accomplish anything except to give us another grievance against La Mesa when we don’t get a desired response.

The Bible tells us to forgive as we would like to be forgiven. That’s fine, but I don’t steal other people’s stuff and I try really hard to be conscientious about my circle of influence and the people in it. I believe that God wants us to learn how to forgive because it is healthier for us, not because it’s good for the other guy. God wants us to learn how to forgive because we have more energy to serve him when we are in the present, not clinging to the past.

Thawed groceries and missing tech gadgets are like spilt milk; they’re gone. We need to learn how to clean up the mess and get over it.

Happy, happy, back in our home and back on the road. I am pleased with how seamlessly we have been able to slip back into our old habits; walking twice a day and snacking on more fruit and veg. Our three-week Christmas break at home stretched into three months, and my greatest fear was that I was getting comfortable with a routine of sameness, but now that we’re back I’m loving every unexpected turn in the road, every treasure of a new town, every new camp spot. No cryin’ here. This is me moving on!