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Topic: Black (10/15/09)
- TITLE: And Blackberry Makes Three
By Robyn Terry
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My Saturday morning slumber abruptly ended when I awoke to an unfamiliar noise coming from behind me. I lazily looked around and turned toward the sound. My husband was looking intently at the small screen of his blackberry, while his fingers madly typed on an itty-bitty keyboard and rolled over the mini-mouse ball thing in the middle, “Click…click...scratch…click…click…” I thought it sounded like a nail clipper.
“Ugh!” I groaned as I wondered aloud, “Is there anywhere off-limits?”
“Do you think I like this?” My husband snapped back.
“No, I suppose not.” I reluctantly admitted.
We were both resentful of his recent job change. It couldn’t have come at a worse time, with the baby’s birth only a few months away. All I could think of was the fact that I was soon to have four children – two teens and two little ones. What was I going to do with four kids and a husband so consumed with these new job responsibilities? His snappy response forced me to consider what it must be like for him.
My husband had been a faithful employee for over ten years and watched as his company slowly gave the jobs away to offshore workers. He said the office was like a ghost town nowadays with most of his interactions happening remotely via computer, phone, and the latest – the blackberry. They had production responsibilities to tend to, and, if things weren’t running properly an immediate response was required. All this plus the time change of working with people physically in India made for some very long working hours. He was emotionally weary, disgruntled, and physically exhausted. And then there was coming home to me and the kids. My mind jumped to a scriptural truth…something about a quarrelsome wife. What was it? It was something about being a constant drip or that it was better to live on a small patch of roof. Whatever it was, the comparison wasn’t flattering and I knew I fit the bill. I was convicted of my selfish one-sided assessment of the situation and resolved to change it.
“The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down” Proverbs 14:1 NIV
That was the day I made peace with the blackberry. I smile when it enters the room and even have it over for dinner sometimes. It’s not that bad really once you get used to it. It has some appeal. Ok, so honestly I still struggle with resentment and my ability to control the sudden desire to jerk it from his hand and chuck it in the creek behind the house. But that’s only on a really bad day. On most days, I thank God for the provision of the job and His faithful care to us in turbulent times. I even try to do something special for my husband, like make a favorite dessert -but not blackberry pie. A girl has her limits.
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