I’m probably a little bitter, a little angry even. Maybe more than I know, or maybe more than I want to admit. You know the saying, “the squeaky wheel gets the grease”? I’m not very squeaky, and for that I am blessed. However, sometimes, we make choices so we don’t “squeak”. I think the fruit of my life reflects choices of “good maintenance” and lots of blessings from the Lord. (Don’t get me wrong, it also reflects the fruit of my bad choices, I don’t want seem cocky here…)
But… I’m not the squeaky wheel, and I really don’t want to be, really! However, I sure would like a little grease from another source because it’s sometimes hard and lonely to maintain your “vehicle” by yourself…
Hey Jenny,
I won’t assume I understand everything you’re saying or feeling. But I do know for myself that I’ve tried to avoid “squeaking”, to the point where I’ve felt I’ve “swallowed” stuff I shouldn’t have. It’s taken me a while to learn to ask for grease…I’m still learning…
But I’m here to say:
Jenny, how can I help? :-)