After last weekend, I thought I’d learned my lesson of not
trying to be productive, but watchful and appreciative of those quality
moments.
God’s not finished with me yet.
Reflection on a series of events from Saturday morning reveals
another interesting lesson. How do you deal with disappointment?
Saturday morning brimmed with exciting hope and opportunity.
- My daughter left before dawn to compete in her FFA LDE Radio Broadcasting Area competition, where the top two teams advance to State.
- The impending stormy weather wasn't supposed to strike our area until noon, so off I went for two hours (alone) to take advantage of a morning sale.
- My OSU Cowboy husband would be driving to Waco to represent his half of a house divided with his Sic ‘Em Bears brother at the big OSU-Baylor football game.
Instead it turned into one of those mornings that we tell
our children “builds character.” You can probably guess.
My daughter sends us a text, “It was bad. Our mic levels
were all messed up and [something else was going on] so we didn't have time to
fix them. I’m not sure we’ll even place.” As parents your response must be empathetic:
Oh sweetie, that’s such a bummer. How disappointing. I know your team worked so
hard for this. There’ll be next year honey.
The store I’m headed to doesn't open at 9 a.m. but 10
a.m. No big deal – I’ll pop into another
nearby store on this side of town and browse for some ideas. As I turn into the
parking lot something shifts inside the car engine and red lights blink across my
console. Alarmed, I pull into a parking space on the far outside of the lot and
turn off the car. Don’t panic… Turn on
the engine again, one of the lights has disappeared, but it wasn't the engine
light. No!!!!!! Can I drive it to the shop? I ease it into drive, give it a little gas,
and roll into the next parking lane. Nope, something feels off, like I’m
driving with the parking brake on, and I know I’ll just do more damage if I try
to take it on the road.
For the past two days all the weatherman talked about is
this impending clash of fronts/weather system that will bring hurricane style
storms, with tornadoes, lightning, straight-line winds on top of us all
Saturday afternoon. And I’m sitting with
a not-working car in a parking lot.
#facepalm
My husband forgoes his trip, coming out to meet me instead,
and waits with me for the tow truck driver. He reminds me that I was supposed to take the car in and have two
recall notices repaired, not to mention get the oil changed. (I’ve been too
busy! Well, are you too busy now? Ouch, point taken.)
This leads me back to my original question, How do you deal
with bad moments? A Saturday morning that brimmed with exciting hope and
opportunity, quickly turned into a day of misfortune.
As I sat stewing in my husband’s truck, I
recalled the words of C. S. Lewis in The Screwtape Letters (#21).
Men are not angered by mere misfortune but by misfortune conceived as injury. And the sense of injury depends on the feeling that a legitimate claim has been denied. … Now you will have noticed that nothing throws him into a passion so easily as to find a tract of time which he reckoned on having at his own disposal unexpectedly taken from him.
This
week we look ahead to Thanksgiving Thursday, so let’s turn this morning around and consider our blessings.
- Even though it’s her first year to compete in this LDE, my daughter’s team made it to Area.
- We were able to get a tow truck called out before the bad weather struck.
- My husband loves me so much he sacrificed his trip to put me first and make sure I was okay.
Seriously,
I don’t have a thing in the world to complain about. God is good. All the time. And All the Time, God is Good.
Sunday morning postscript:
My
daughter called us late Saturday afternoon. The judges didn't deduct points for
the microphone issue and her team won First Place! They’re advancing to the
State competition on December 5-6. I
screamed so loud you probably heard me. She’s strutting around today reminding
me that she gets a letter jacket now.
