Do you know that feeling too? Unless you are one of those wise, patient people who don't count their problems before they hatch, you've felt that sheepish, face-hiding shame of complaining about something that actually turns out fine, haven't you? It's quite the common occurrence for me, I regret to say. Something problematic happens, I flip out/grumble/groan, and then it solves itself after all.
"Why is the universe picking on me? I don't wanna! I'm already tired and miserable... Oh, it's cancelled? Okay, that's cool."
So, in my last post, I complained about driving through the city traffic to meet the Sister Missionaries, and of the prospect of having to do that again later that night. When my husband came home (right after I'd cleaned up those carrot peels), he decided to take me out to a Mexican restaurant within easy walking distance, not because I deserved it, but because he is AWESOME. When I told him of the 3rd trip I'd have to make around town, he simply said, "No, you're mine. They had their chance." But I still felt guilty at the thought of not keeping that commitment, so I knew that if they called, I would have to go, or run the risk of hating myself (more).
While we were at the restaurant, eating chips and drinking Horchata, I checked my phone and found a new voicemail. I groaned and listened to it, but lo, and behold, the lesson had been rescheduled! It was time to dance in my seat to the Latino party music on the radio.
Does this happen to you? Maybe this kind of situation is exclusive to my silly nature, or maybe God keeps doing that to poke at me, trying to get me to learn that He's not really that mean, and that I really need to stop over-reacting and worrying.
"Oh, you thought you had a reason to complain? Don't you feel silly now?" To which I hang my head and reply, "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." That's not really how I pray, but you get the idea. Whether you believe in God or not, have you ever felt like this sort of thing has happened to you too? It's not just me, right?
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