Measure of Character

It’s been said before, but it hit me in the face again: “The measure of a man’s character is the importance of the things that upset him.” How that comes back to roost every time my computer, or the internet, or the electricity, or our septic system, or my vehicle, malfunctions.
Having detected God’s hand in my life over the years, saving me from myself and my self-directed plans, I’ve learned pretty well to give the biggies to him. A degree of serenity comes from this kind of acceptance; He always seems to make things come out better that I could have.
My intolerances seem to arise from the little stuff. Crashes can be overcome—with time, effort, know-how, help, and/or money. But work stops, routines get sidetracked, and I get sooooo frustrated. Am I making my computer my idol? Our water supply? My electric blanket? My Tahoe? I think I’m as ticked off at myself about being so involved about as much as I am about the problem itself. I MUST remember that the world will not stop, the sun will not hang in the sky tonight, because of my little problems. I must relearn to establish priorities, to be grateful, to decide on a prudent course of action and follow it, and leave the results to my Power greater than myself—and it works! Every time!