This morning, for the first time, I was ready to leave at the same time as my housemates. Four people piled into a vehicle with the driver, and they could have squeezed some room for me. But I declined and agreed to walk - there was still time to get to the office before our meetings started! They shut the car doors, then I had an afterthought: "But do you think you could take my bag for me?" And I handed my computer bag to a colleague before setting off on my own.
Why did this bother me? Because I got what I wanted. And in crazy guest-house living, we need to bend over backwards to help each other out, just so that we are all reasonably content at the end of each day.
So during the fifteen minute walk to the office, I found myself praying for grace, for help, for mercy that I can share with others. By the time I was a hundred metres away, I felt ready. I was walking into the office with a smile on my face, a smile to share.
So then I remembered how last night I was feeling so worn down and worn out, and that I had nothing left to share. And, flashing forward... Sure enough, by the time I'd been in the office a mere half-hour, my ability to give had been spent. And only by grace did I get that smile back on my face and keep it there for most of the day.