Can’t There Be a Button?
Our toaster oven is a tricky thing. When it beeps, I can’t just pull out my bagel (I like it midway between barely and burnt) and close the door again. I have to push the button before it will stop beeping. I wish it were always that easy. Sometimes I wish there was a button to push when I got tired or frustrated or worried or overwhelmed or run-down or so-done-with-this-thing-called-living-knowing-God-loves-me. Can’t I just push a button every time I want to stop the beeping and blaring of life? When I want to catch my breath because the day is whirling…