I moved to Colorado in 1993 and was mesmerized by the seasons, especially the snow. But by the mid-90’s I was over it. I found myself not liking the cold as much. One night, David and I ventured out in the ice and snow. David was in the driver’s seat and I was carefully trying to get to the passenger side of the car, slowly tiptoeing over the ice on the driveway. As I passed by the front of the car, David honked the horn. I jumped out of my skin and my feet came out beneath me. As I was falling in slow motion, I saw wide eyes and a troubled face. Oh crap! What have I done? And then I hit the cold ground (I think head first). He hopped out of the car and tended to me with apology. To this day, we still laugh about it.
A few days ago, I was walking in front of the car. My mind was full of things to do, and, at wits’ end, that old scenario played out before me. Except this time, there was no snow or ice. David once again hit the horn. I didn’t fall, but that memory of falling on the ice left the filing cabinet of my mind to deliver a laugh, and broke my tension.
The idiom “at wits’ end” means to be very upset, or at the limits of one’s emotional or mental limitations. But the term actually comes from the the Bible, in Psalm 107:27, and refers to being at the end of one’s knowledge.
When David honked at me a few days ago, I was at the end of my mental limitation—being pulled in every direction. But there are times when I’m at the end of my knowledge too. When I find myself at wits’ end, here are three things I try to remember:
*Find laughter. Even if the joke’s on me.
*Put it in perspective.
* Most importantly, remember that I am not all-sufficient. I need help from God.