Everyone is different. Everyone faces different situations.
Ok, now that that is cleared up, please, prepare yourselves for yet another opinionated post.
Life, for whatever reason, was not intended to be easy. It’s an astounding jigsaw to which we must find the pieces and place them in their spot. At least, this is how I see it. Each situation in our life makes us who we are. I’m either going to figure out how *this piece* fits or fight against it trying to make it happen my way.
Life, also, is no respecter of persons. It doesn’t care if your car broke down last week, or the cat died, or the bank charged you twice sending your account into the red. It.doesn’t.care. I get mad at life every once in a while. Enough already!! But, in spite of the many unfair things thrown my way, I have NEVER, ever, felt that I was a victim. Ever. Not sure why, but I have never viewed life as though it were against me, always out to make me scream and cry and hate myself and hate the world. My plan is to never look at life that way, either.
I think my brain was wired strange or something, but I have this way of observing people and the way they handle themselves in situations and deciding that, “no, I shall not ever conduct myself in that manner.” or, “wow, I need to learn how to be gracious and tactful like that.” I’ll take note and file it away for later.
Pretty sure I’ve saved myself a lot of undo pain and irritation, too. For all of my blatant shortcomings, I think my one saving grace is that I don’t like being a part of drama, or creating it or encouraging it. In fact, I run. VERY far, VERY fast and I tremble like a leaf. hah.
No, but really. It struck me the other day that looking at life through the eyes of *everyone is out to get me*, *ooh, what are they talking about? It must be about me, right?*, *They’re looking at me, they’re planning something and it’s bad. They’re planning to hurt me somehow* wasn’t going to be my cup of tea. What a MISERABLE way to live life??? Always thinking that people are on the hunt for you and your reputation. I’ve gotten accused of attacking people before and I was floored. Come to find out, they read into my actions and *thought* that it was aimed at them, when in fact, they weren’t, at all. They apologized, which was nice, but it was hard to be good friends with them, because they were constantly taking things wrong. It was as if they were just waiting for me to hurt them even if my actions had nothing to do with them. It’s difficult to be in a relationship with suspicious, insecure people. It is! It doesn’t mean they don’t need friends, it just means that the likely hood of them becoming offended, or misunderstanding a situation, or assuming the worst in a situation and taking it personal — well, it’s very high.
Have I ever been guilty of being offended when I shouldn’t have been? Probably. Have I ever misunderstood? Yes! Did I assume incorrectly someone’s intentions? Most definitely! Perhaps, some of the most miserable times of my life, dragging myself around thinking the worst when it was nothing at all, so I committed to change my outlook. Not worth the heartache. Not worth it at all.
I’m not going to waste my time skulking in corners trying to catch someone plotting against me. Seriously. We are OVERCOMERS!! I was raised with a forward thinking mentality. My home church was very big on instilling in us the importance of being victors in Christ. When you’re raised thinking you can climb a mountain with no legs, come hell or high water, it’s difficult to wallow in self pity for too long without feeling like you’re wasting your time.
I’m not a weepy-eyed Debbie Downer of Christian, what a horrible testimony that is to God’s majesty!! Please, if I ever start posting weepy God-stuff on Facebook, or Twitter, or my blog, slap me silly!
If I see another, “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” I think I’m going to blow a hole in my computer. Yes, it’s true, in some cases. And yes, those are nice words, but when you’re posting that because you think the world is against you, it’s goofy. I chant those words to myself during tough times, but I don’t go around shouting it in people’s faces so they know I’m being beat down and, “By golly, I can make it through anything…” No, I grit my teeth, dig deep and hold to God’s unchanging hand. (Like I said, hold on to your panties, because this one is a wild ride through my opinions.)
Ok, so, I was raised to handle adversity a little differently…I don’t always feel like an overcomer, or that I’m making it through a difficult time. It’s hard. But God has never left my side. I say that with strong conviction. He has NEVER let me down and I’ve been through some real doosies. I could weep with joy over the love my Savior has for me. The least I can do is hold my head high and live like I’ve got the King of Kings standing in my corner.
Let these Psalms ring in my mind and heart daily, oh, Lord.
Psalm 18:32-34 the God who equipped me with strength and made my way blameless. He made my feet like the feet of a deer and set me secure on the heights. He trains my hands for war, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.