Last Saturday evening hubby and I went for a really long walk. We arrived home after 9pm, tired and thirsty. I opened the fridge for ice cubes. Water. They were water. The freezer wasn't working. Opening the fridge side, it clearly wasn't working either. Heating up, things were. I had just gotten groceries for the week that day.
Tragedy? Not quite. Inconvenience? Certainly. Pain in the neck? Most definitely. We tried looking up on the Internet and vacuuming some things, but it became apparent that the compressor wasn't working. Without that, a fridge isn't worth much.
And although I really don't shop on Sundays for the most part, Sunday morning (hubby and I had been to Saturday evening Mass) we went out for breakfast and then to buy a fridge. It was delivered Monday afternoon. (The old one was Ken and the new one is Frida, if you want to know.)
From this little adventure I was brought to consider the wealth I have that I can have my own refrigerator, a luxury most of the world is denied. I have the credit cards or the money and the available stores to just go order one. I had the privilege of eating out at all the meals like being on vacation or being rich people during our little fridge absence. I had a problem to solve and I was able to solve it. I neither believe that I merit these blessings or deserve them. They are gift. I can ponder why, but it doesn't get me too far. But, I can thank God for the many gifts I have been given.