Not Too Big.
Trash Can Hunting
All I wanted was a new trash can for our kitchen. My requirements seemed simple enough: it had to fit in our trash can space inside a lower cabinet and have a lid.
I spotted a can that looked perfect, paid for it, brought it home. It was too tall. I returned it and chose another one, several inches shorter.
It was too wide. I returned it.
Rich measured the cabinet that's home to our trash can. I put a tape measure in the car.
The task had become missional. We visited Target, source of all things plastic. We measured trash cans. None would fit our cabinet, except for a teensy one intended for a bathroom.
We came home empty-handed.
I turned to the internet, because I would not be defeated in my quest for a new trash can. Somehow this mundane household need had become something winnable, and I intended to win.
I quickly found a can that would fit our space. But I wasn't prepared to spend $319 for a trash can.
After a fruitless week I gave up. I abandoned the mission because I resented the time I was pouring into the task. I had other priorities, didn't I? I wasn't going to win the Great Trash Can Hunt after all. We would just live with the broken lid on our old trash can.
A month later, I found it. I wasn't looking for a trash can. I'd stopped at the store to buy paper towels and tissue for the office where I work. And there, right next to the paper towels, was a small display of plastic wares--including a trash can that was short, narrow, and had a lid.
And by the time I got home, I'd forgotten that it was in my back seat. I remembered later, after I'd greeted Rich and the dogs, prepared dinner, and called my dad.
I'm not sure what to make of the trash can hunt.
Some days I wonder if I was supposed to give up trying to conceal our rotting, smelly trash. I mean really--everyone has garbage, right?
Some days I wonder if I was meant to get comfortable with the broken trash can before I could replace it with an unblemished one.
And some days I wonder what important dreams--winnable things that matter, not foolish vanities like a new trash can--I'm strangling with my clenched grip.
4 Make me know Your ways, O Lord;
Teach me Your paths.
5 Lead me in Your truth and teach me,
For You are the God of my salvation;
For You I wait all the day.
Psalm 25:4-5 (NASB)