We’re always being given tests, to see what our reaction will be. For example, there is that dubious moment when potato peelings happen to jam the kitchen sink’s garbage disposal unit, creating in the process a most disagreeable sound, usually accompanied by a sudden sense of intestinal distress.
My Darling smiled encouragingly at me and boldly proclaimed,
“I have perfect faith it will fix right up!”
Based on the immediate evidence, I was sincerely doubtful, recognizing to some extent the wry nature of hopeful interpretations on plumbing perception, even when viewed from an exalted state, and so my faith was weak at best. The claims that faith can move mountains always seemed somewhat exaggerated, though I can certainly appreciate the concept.
Judiciously, I let her faith be the case, and so it was — the clog was cleared and soon small mountains of peels were being mechanically digested and sorted off into their next incarnation, and we proceeded to dine on some deliciously prepared peeled potatoes forthwith.
It’s nice when things work out that way, the test is when they don’t.