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Jul 21 2013

Waiting on God

Seriously!  I really am still here.

I decided I wouldn’t write on my blog while I was in the middle of any life lesson, emotions run too high and the whining that sometimes accompanies a life lesson doesn’t make for good writing or reading.  But this life course that I am currently registered in (against my will) is taking way too long and I feel like I’ve been assigned this massive project that is way out of my scope of knowledge.

Oh how I long for a spare.

I thought this was supposed to be summer vacation.  I’m supposed to be frolicking in the sun and sipping lemonade and eating burgers at a wooden picnic table under a shady tree.

Oh the classroom of life!!!!

Don’t you just feel like that kid in the classroom that the teacher always calls on.

It doesn’t matter where you sit or how much you duck, your name always gets called. You don’t know why.

So you answer the question the teacher asked of you and the other kids start snickering behind your back.  Your face heats to crimson from the embarrassment of being made a spectacle and from the anger that you’re being made fun of by your peers for your apparent lack of knowledge.  The thing is is that while they are laughing and pointing out your stupidity, most of them don’t know the answer either.

You’ve studied for the test from the meticulous notes that you took in class. Come exam day, your teacher blindsides you with a random question that has never been covered the entire semester and it’s   worth a ridiculous amount of your grade.  You can’t argue it because they have this rule that you can’t challenge the teacher nor speak out in class, especially during an exam.

Your left with no choice but to try to come up with the best answer based on your prior knowledge or B/S your way through it.

Then there’s the kid sitting next to you that always seems to get the highest marks and the adoration of the other students and the teacher.  The thing is, this kid is cheating, plain and simple.  He’s sitting with one leg on the desktop, socks rolled down, skin covered in ink and a cell phone placed beside his test paper and he’s copying the notes. It’s completely overlooked.

The worst part is, if you point this out to anyone, you end up looking like some mean spirited squealer.  The teacher haughtily says “don’t worry about anyone else- worry about yourself”.

And you know that this very same kid is going to win the lottery someday or get that promotion over you and there’s nothing you can do.

Where is the justice I say!!!!!!!

I know it’s a little dramatic and is obviously tinged with some unresolved issues from a nightmare day in a high school science class but you get my point.

Anyway, my point is this- I’ve got things that I have to deal with and I don’t want to.

This religious phrase keeps echoing in my head.

Remember Jesus, when he was in the garden just before he gets carted off by the guards to his impending doom. I think it’s called the “Agony in the Garden” ( I totally get the agony part- it’s a superb word choice).  Anyhoo….he says something like “Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me.”

Heck ya!!!! I totally get that feeling.

We’re talking Jesus felt this way. The Jesus who totally had his stuff together Jesus.  And he was not too fond of the plans that were unfolding before him either, so I don’t feel so bad resisting some stuff in my life.

So I wrote a note to God that goes something like this:

Dear God,

The stuff that has been happening lately is not cool.  Nope, I don’t like it.  I was wondering if you could find someone else to teach this lesson to- like that cheater in high school or the teacher who took pleasure in embarrassing students in class or that lady on the next block who yelled at me because my dog pooped on her lawn or maybe just the drug dealers and thieves and people who take pleasure in hurting other people.   I think they might benefit more from the chaos you have been currently raining down upon me.  I do hope you reconsider as I could really use a small break from this.

Your faithful servant,

I suppose I don’t need to sign my name. You already know who I am.

P.S.- I hope I’m not getting on your nerves.

P.P.S.   Please send a really clear sign that you heard me. I sometimes miss the little ones.

P.P.P.S- I’m not wishing any harm on any of the people I mentioned in the above note- Again, I simply think a life lesson would benefit someone else at this time. For instance, I don’t think a drug dealer is bad. On the contrary, I think he must have superior business, distributing and manufacturing skills that might best be served some other way.  He’s just utilizing his skills to sell the wrong product.   A life lesson might help him to apply his abilities in a healthier way for the world like maybe getting clean water to countries that need it.    

P.P.P.P.S   I don’t mean to tell you how to do your job.

P.P.P.P.P.S  I hope you have a good day!!  🙂

 

Anyway, we’ll see how my letter goes.  I haven’t heard back yet.  These things sometimes take a few weeks for a response- I would assume there might be a volume of mail to contend with and they are probably understaffed with all of the vacations taken this time of year. That heavenly mail room must be hell this time of year.

Er…. I mean really busy.

In the meantime,  I will clean my house, sort through my closet, condition my hair ( the heat wave is causing some major frizz), work and continue writing my book- which will probably never be seen by anyone other than me and maybe my brother and one very tolerant friend.

Distraction is good when you’re waiting on God.

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