Today has been one of those day’s where God started talking to me as soon as my feet hit the floor. I purposefully walked through my day and noticed so many things that have been here, but today I didn’t take them for granted.

I love these knobs. When we came to look at this house God had chosen for us, I saw these cabinet doors. They fill up the mudroom and are more than I need, but I was excited. They didn’t have any knobs on them, the surface was smooth. I would finally get to use my knobs!

I bought them years ago, and they have moved along with me. The man who owned the house, apologized for not having the door pulls in place. I told him if he would drill the holes, I would take care of it. They bring me joy every time I walk by and see them on the cabinets.

Today, I grabbed one to pull open the door, in search of a cookbook. I spotted the one I wanted on the top shelf, and had to reach and stand on my tip toes to grab it. Still having the knob in my hand, I placed a little pressure down on it, to raise myself up. Then it snapped.

It came off the door, and broke into three pieces laying in my hand. It really hurt my feelings! The first thought that came to mind was how to fix it. I didn’t have any super glue, but could pick some up later on. The back mount had broken off and broken in half so this wasn’t going to be a seamless fix.

Then, of course, I started fussing at myself for not being gentle with the old, porcelain knobs. When I got to the point of discouragement, God reminded me that I had two extras. There were more knobs than cabinets and I had two somewhere, but where. Here went the search.

They came to this house in a grey, plastic grocery bag, so how hard could it be. I don’t store things so these cabinets God blessed me with are maybe half full. I looked in every cabinet, drawer and even the pantry. Anywhere in the nearby vicinity I thought they would be.

I couldn’t find that little bag anywhere, so now my feelings were really hurt. Walking over to a kitchen cabinet to take one more look inside, I grabbed the knob. In my hand was the red knob. This cabinet and the one beside it had the two extra knobs. Right in front of my face!

Having high expectations for myself always has me prompting others to be the best they can be. I am not the easiest person to love at close range. Being easier on myself will spill over to others. Let up on the pressure before the break. Fixing people is more difficult than knobs, so I will cherish the ones in front of my face.