Over The Edge(r)

randomlychad  —  April 30, 2013 — 12 Comments

This is a guest post from my friend, Ricky Anderson. Ricky is a Christian, husband, dad, database guy, and vehemently denies owning any more than one shed. His blog is at Ricky Anderson.net, and he can be followed on Twitter @Arthur2Sheds.

Please note that this post is part of a series on anger; there will be others as well.

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I was angry.

No, I was out of control. I had been sent out to edge and mow the lawn, and I was ticked.

Our edger was an old one; inordinately heavy and obnoxious to use. It was electric, which meant plugging in the extension cord and hoping it’d reach the end of the yard. Anything it didn’t reach had to be trimmed by hand. That edger and I didn’t get along.

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Partway through my disgruntled efforts, the cord got snagged on the swingset. I didn’t want to walk all the way across the yard to pull the cable around the pole it was stuck on, so I simply yanked.

And yanked.

And yanked.

Harder.

And harder.

With no result. In my 12-year-old immaturity, I lost it. I started bashing the edger into the ground. I yelled at that stupid edger. I pulled out every word I’d learned at school.

Then the head of the edger broke. I turned it off and dropped it. As I started to calm down, I was rational once again and became afraid. What would I tell Dad?

I looked up and froze. Dad was standing ten feet behind me. I didn’t know how long he’d been there.

I mentally started packing my bags for military school. Maybe the circus would take me, or one of my uncles. I didn’t know whether to run or cry, but I knew this was not going to go well.

After a few moments, my dad spoke.

“Well, I guess it’s time to replace that old weed whacker. Hop in the car, let’s go.”

We got a gas-powered edger that weighed next to nothing. It was wonderful. And Dad never said a word about my childish tantrum.

Sometimes when I’m angry about a situation and I’ve messed everything up, I don’t want to pray about it. I don’t want to go to my Father and show him what I’ve done. So I get angrier and angrier, avoiding what I know I need to do.

And I wonder if he’s watching the whole thing as my Dad did, just waiting for me to calm down and let Him “make all things new” (Revelation 21:5).

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  • Ricky Anderson

    Thanks, Kathy.

  • Ricky Anderson

    Thanks, Larry. What a huge compliment.

  • haha! your dad’s response is brilliant, ricky! as is the rest of the post. not sure if it was intentional or not, but i felt the reveal that you were 12 was a great twist. completely reset the image in my head.

    • Ricky Anderson

      It was intentional. Thanks, Tim. Good to meet you.

      • haha! i thought so! very cool twist! you too, ricky!

    • I saw the line “In my 12-year-old immaturity” and still thought Ricky was talking about when he was older. As soon as he didn’t mention all the words he learned during his IT career, I realized it was about young Ricky.

      • Ricky Anderson

        Young Ricky was an idiot.

        So is the older one.

      • haha! too funny, bryan!

  • Pretty amazing, that kind of grace from a father. Love it.

    • Ricky Anderson

      Thanks, Stephen. I thought it was pretty amazing, too. I thought I was in for it.