The world doesn’t revolve around my schedule? My beautifully laid out in pink sparkly ink schedule?! Hello?! What is the world thinking? Don’t they know my timing is best? Don’t they know I have everything penciled in at the exact time it needs to occur?
Yeah. 99% of the time, when planned events (which, in my life, getting a glass of water is scheduled. Along with how many caffeine-containing beverages I will have. And well, the rest isn’t going to be disclosed here.) don’t go my way, that’s how I act.
For a plan not to go my way seems unfair. I have carefully agonized and plotted and analyzed and that one piece not going the way it was supposed to affects all the rest of the pieces. For my logistical nature, plans not going my way seems like poop.
Oh, sure, I know it usually is a blessing in disguise. Occasionally, it turn, it turns out for the best that my plans weren’t followed. But I still sometimes have the same “ I can’t believe someone/something would dare interrupt my plan” moment. As if I’m God. Which I’m not. And happy to not be because He’s got a tough job. And because He’s God, I constantly have to repent for this.
Slowly, this week has been teaching me this brand-new concept of people not always doing what my schedule/plan/brain says they should do. Slowly, this week has taught me that people will not like me. That not all people want to see me. That I don’t mean everything to everyone. That I don’t please anyone 100% of the time. That living my life to make humans happy with me at all times is impossible. That praying for people who don’t like me isn’t as hard as I imagined.
