Monday, August 29, 2011
It's All How You Spin It
It's his job to call all three Israeli cellphone players and negotiate the best deal for us. I speak to him in English, he speaks to them in Hebrew and we save hundreds of shekels a month.
It's several weeks later, we've moved to a new cellphone provider and, due to compatibility and reception issues, in effect, we have close to zero cellphone service. It's a long saga, and the final chapters are, as yet, unwritten.
But here's something I noticed.
If I think about it all the time, counting how many hours have passed since the last communication, worrying about what we're missing since we can't easily be in touch with one another during the day, kicking myself for messing with a system that was working, I basically burn a hole in my esophagus.
If I think about emuna instead, about believing that God runs that world and everything that happens to us is custom-designed and ultimately for the good, the hole in my esophagus begins to heal and my blood pressure returns to normal.
I'm doing all I can to solve the problem. Eventually, we will have working cellphones. In the meantime, we have electricity, no one in our family is ill or injured, we aren't sleeping in bomb shelters, we have food and enough money to refill the fridge when it empties, we have landlines at home and in our offices, so we're not totally cut off from one another all day, etc.
It's all in how you spin it.
Posted by Rivkah Lambert Adler at 12:01 AM