I recently heard someone say that how we deal with change and the curve balls life throws at us says more about our character than anything else does. I cringed, because I’m really bad at handling those changes and curve balls.
I used to think I really, really had strong faith and that I would be able to trust God through thick or thin.
Now I realize that I’m like the Apostle Peter, declaring boldly that I would die for the Lord, but denying Him three times just a few hours later.
God keeps bringing me back to the same topic over the last year or so: “Relax and enjoy the ride. I’ve got this”
Instead, I feel like I’m looking into a mirror reflecting back on me just how “control freaky” I really am.
For a good long while, there was that promise I often heard (and believed): “God just has something better for ya’ll!”
Maybe He does. Maybe He doesn’t (by my definition, not His, of course).
I had been looking up at that promise of “when I get through this then…” or “there’s some good that will come out of this…” or even looking for the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. I had been thinking of and focusing on the day when the trial was over.
This works well for the short term, but I’ve become convinced that it’s still not the right focus.
I started to realize this while driving my son down to Tennessee for his summer job. We’ve not had a family vacation for a decade, and that was just a weekend trip a few hours away. Prior to marriage, I lived and traveled all over Europe and parts of the near east. As a world-traveler and backpacker extraordinaire, I know that half the fun is the journey not the destination.
Dear husband didn’t see it that way. His eyes were on the prize: get to murfreesburo! On the other hand, I was noticing all of the little stops along the way that we were just flying past, and missing out on! On the next drive down, to fetch my son, my husband had to work, so I took my oldest daughter with me instead. It took significantly longer to get there, but the trip was more enjoyable.
I realized that though life in the last 12 years or so, with all of these crazy challenges, particularly of the financial sort, were not at all fun, I was going to miss life if I sat around with my arms folded, pouting, until the chapter ended.
Embrace the journey, potholes, curves, and roadblocks included!