I’m angry. Fuming. More than mildly annoyed.
The short version of why is we had some work done on our house, and the workers suck. I am sitting here waiting for them to come back FOR THE THIRD TIME to correct work they should have gotten right the first time… simple things, like making sure we can’t see daylight around the new door they installed, and lining up the dead bolt correctly so we can, I don’t know, LOCK THE DOOR. And they are an hour and a half late (so far).
I am telling you this not because complaining is my spiritual gift (although, I really think it might be…), but because I am realizing that while, yes, I should be hacked off about this situation, I am way beyond the appropriate level of angry.
Because those workers are blocking my goal of doing what I want to do with my morning off. And, also, because I am the least flexible person in the world (not literally, although, that’s probably true, too.)
I hate changes of plans. I hate people interfering with how I have already decided my day should go.
Possibly because I don’t feel in control when someone else changes my plans without my expressed, written consent.
If I have the time over the next couple of months (which is laughable), I anticipate writing a lot about control. God is bringing me into a period where He intends to harp on the fact that my name is Kelly, and I’m a Control-aholic.
He brought this to my attention years ago when I had my first baby and stressed everyone in my zip code out by demanding they care for her EXACTLY HOW I WOULD when they graciously offered to keep her FOR FREE ANY TIME I WANTED THEM TO. (I won the daughter-in-law of the year award for at least three consecutive years.)
After my first daughter survived 2.25 years under my tyrannical rule, I had my second daughter and lightened up. I was still a stickler for things like don’t feed the 6 month old donuts and chocolate milk (a necessary rule with certain caretakers…), but, by and large, I learned to trust that God would take care of my girls when I couldn’t.
The dust settled for awhile, but I can see now the control-tide has been steadily rising in other areas of my life over the past year or so. God has been unsuccessfully trying to teach me to trust Him with relationships instead of strong-arming circumstances and people. I really don’t see myself comprehending this lesson anytime soon, which is frightening because we both know God won’t leave that alone.
But most recently God has begun to show me my propensity to want to control things in ministry. My husband and I have started an adult Sunday School class together in which two curse words are involved: shared leadership. We have a team of leaders running this show, of whom I am just one. Which means the control – I don’t have it.
Throw in the lingering/chronic need to control my kids and my schedule and my uncooperative hair, and, well, I am just about ripe for some delightful “pruning”, as Jesus would say. Stay tuned for reflections on how much I kick and scream through that process in the upcoming months…
Donuts and chocolate milk? Guess I am guilty. Did not intend to make you angry. Please forgive me. Pop
Here’s the general rule of thumb: if Kelly would eat it herself, don’t feed it to her children. 🙂
Donuts and chocolate milk? Sounds like a great idea to me. Just ask Mrs. McGoo.
I’m certain she shares my sentiments, Frank. 😉
Wow! This is awesome! I am printing this out and taping it to the wall above my monitors in my office to remind me I am not in control! Please do not tell anybody that I am though that would be devastating and I don’t think I can handle it.
Your secret is safe with me! (Welcome to my crazy, Raymond 🙂 )
Kelly, you crack me up and yet I TOTALLY understand. You verbalized exactly what a lot of us feel at times and you are soooo good at it! You don’t even want to hear my story about bad contractors…ugh! But I would say the most important thing about what you wrote is that you recognize the problem for what is it and that God is working to smooth away those rough edges to make you even more beautiful ….just like Him😊.
Thanks, Pat! I always appreciate your encouragement.
I laughed so much while reading this because we are probably soul mates in this area. I look forward to hearing more on this topic because I generally sin horribly when others change my plans or “interfere with how I have already decided my day should go.” 😀 Giving up control is my most vulnerable area.
Yes, sinning horribly is my token response to interrupted plans as well. Oh, and lengthy brooding. I’ll keep you posted IF I learn anything…