It’s strange, and sometimes frustrating, how God is so much smarter than us. Here I was having a bad day yesterday, and I was halfway through venting about it on my blog here, and God changed everything around. Something my friends had done bothered me – not to the point of anger or hatred, but just slight frustration – and then God managed to completely shift my thinking. Let me try to explain a bit more.
I got home from church last night after this incident happened (I won’t get into the details, because they’re not important) and started writing in my blog, trying to sort out my thoughts. The whole day had been slightly “off,” if you will, and I was sure there was a lesson in there somewhere that God wanted me to learn. So, I was halfway through, and just getting to the good part of my story where everything went wrong. I think I had it sorted out in my head for the most part by that point, and then suddenly the phone rang. I picked it up, and on the other end was Melissa. She asked if I wanted to hang out with people from Central, since they were going to Erica’s. I immediately thought of it as strange that she had called, since, to my knowledge, people at Central haven’t called me on Sundays for a long time – they know that I’m already busy with my own youth group. But now, this one time that I happened not to be busy, they called. And while I was in a bad mood, I figured that they would cheer me up fairly quickly, so I said I might just go. She proceeded to tell me where they were going and such, and that’s when the weirdest thing happened. My laptop, which I had been writing the blog entry on, shut down. There was no reason why it shut down – it didn’t freeze, the battery didn’t die (since I had it plugged in anyways), and there was no power surge or anything. It just turned off. That’s when I really figured out what was going on.
I know that these seemingly random occurrences may appear like coincidence. However, in my experience, I’ve grown out of believing in coincidence. Sure, there may be the odd time when things are just up in the air and land whatever way they fall, but I’m convinced that God orchestrates seemingly innocuous events into situations that alter our course in life. And the out-of-the-blue phone call, the well-timed computer shut-off, and the earlier events of the day all led me to believe that something was up. So I agreed to go to Erica’s house. I just said to God, “Okay, I get the hint. I’ll figure out what You’re telling me eventually.” It seems as though God is much smarter than me. Go figure.
Anyways, there were no life-changing events at Erica’s house. We had some fun, played Balderdash, and just hung out and had a good time, really. But there’s a lesson there; I know there is. I just haven’t quite figured it out yet. Partially, though, I think the reason this happened was because I was trying to figure it out before seeing the whole picture. I’ve noticed that God doesn’t quite like it when He’s in the middle of teaching us something, and we just take half of it and try to complete the lesson plan ourselves. It’s like Peter on the mountain during the Transfiguration. The disciples were there just to observe and learn, but Peter piped up, thinking that he had it figured out, when really he had no idea what was going on. There are times when God just wants us to shut up and listen to Him so that He can teach us the whole lesson. And here I was, trying to take half of what I was being taught and finishing it off for Him. So, I learned yet another lesson: “Sit down, and shut up.” And like any good student, I learn my lesson after the fourth or fifth time being told. So for now, I wait. I wait for God to finish His lesson, and then perhaps I’ll share it here.
Anyways, I think that’s all for today. My weekend was pretty hectic, especially Saturday. In the morning, my parents and I went up to Waterloo to check out the University of Waterloo’s campus – we’ve done it before, but we never took a campus tour because the day we went was about 40 below or something. I got home, had about an hour to spare, and then went off to the theatre at 4:00 PM to work for six hours. Six long hours. It was packed in there. Almost every show in the evening sold out or was close to doing so – every one except for Mission: Impossible 3. That had about twenty people in it. We had lineups out to the payphones on the other side of the mall for about half an hour, and lineups to at least outside the door for at least an hour. And the line was moving fairly steadily, too. One word for that: hectic. But anyways, I survived, and I’ll continue to do so, hopefully. But with that said, I have other things to attend to. Toodles.