My life is a little disorganized with a string of “it looked like a good idea at the time” kind of moments.
Like the time I thought, “Hey, eating toast with peanut butter on it, while driving, is a good idea. I think I’ll try that.” I barely made it inside the car. Not until I was wiping messy peanut butter off of the steering wheel did I think, “Maybe that wasn’t such good idea.”
The column that was supposed to happen somehow got deleted. So, instead of a touching, emotional story, you are getting smeared peanut butter. We all have those moments where we wish we could go back five minutes and do things differently.
I’ll bet Donald Trump’s hairstylist has a few regrets. And then, just when you think things can’t get any worse … they do.
I used to drive an old, beat up car. When I say beat up, I mean it was totaled in a hailstorm, survived two deer and the entire driver’s side door was smashed in. So, after the peanut butter incident, when I was finally able to get myself together, I realized I didn’t have my keys. Which, in anybody else’s world, that might have been OK.
But, this is my world, and in my world, you have to roll the window down to open the door. Unfortunately, you can’t roll down electric windows without keys. So, me and my 5’-10” frame decided to escape through the passenger side.
At this point, you’re probably thinking I exited the car successfully. Nope. I fell when I was stepping out of the car, and with one leg hanging out, and the other still inside the car, I grabbed the door handle and held on for dear life.
There I am, sprawled halfway out of my car with my life flashing before my eyes. I ended up falling forward, but luckily, I was able to catch myself just before I landed on my face.
You may be asking yourself, “What is that supposed to teach me about life?”
I think moments like these are meant to teach us we aren’t in control and life can be messy and beautiful all at the same time. It’s scary not being in control, never knowing what is going to happen.
But life is also full of some really great surprises. Like watching your little girl ride her scooter in a pink tutu and flip-flops and being there when your sister delivers her babies into this world.
It’s the everyday, ordinary surprises that make us who we are, and they are what make our hearts grow a million times bigger. Our hearts have to grow bigger to fit all that good stuff inside. Life is good, simple, not so perfect and totally worth it.
And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)
Follow Sarah Thompson, who is a social worker in the Enid area, at mysemi-dysfunctionallife.blogspot.com or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.