Mistaken identity

Last week I was drilling holes in a metal bin when the drill bit decided it had had enough. To be fair to the drill bit, it was a masonry bit, at least, I think it was, I had found it in the bottom of a tool box and it was unmarked. I made several holes before it spiraled out of control and tried to attack my knee. They make specific bits for specific jobs and in future I must remember to keep the packaging. This is not my only mishap with a mistaken identity this week. I was out for a carvery meal with my daughter and I had all three meats on offer (it would be rude not to.) The sauces are quite difficult because whilst  beef gravy is good with beef and Yorkshire puddings, it's not so good with gammon and chicken; mustard is good with beef and not bad with gammon but not suitable for chicken. Bread sauce is wonderful with everything so I had a large serving of bread sauce. It was a bit runny for my liking but it's hard to have a bad bread sauce. I liberally loaded my fork with bread sauce and chicken and shoved it into my hungry mouth. Horseradish sauce is not good with greed. One more case of mistaken identity completed my week. A friend had been liberally distributing Yankee candle snowmen car air fresheners. I should have been suspicious already but despite my better judgement I opened the snowman and dangled him from my passenger side sun visor. I don't like things dangling however, so I then tucked him safely out of the way just behind the visor. I went into my house. An hour later I returned to the car. As I got in, the smell of a pile of clothes left damp for two weeks assailed my nostrils. I looked round the car, there was not a pile of  damp clothes. I remembered the air freshener. It was wholly responsible for the vile stench. I felt it served me right for opening a snowman in September even though I had hidden it behind the sun visor.
Certain things are only good if they are used in the right way, at the right time. There is a book in the Bible called Ecclesiastes. Chapter 3 opens with the remark:  "For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven" in verse 11 it says "Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart." I began to think about that and concluded that if the God who knows the right time for things has planted eternity in the human heart, then it must always be the right time for the human heart to know God. Personally, I think that's what I was designed for and I'm enjoying every minute of it.