I am gobsmacked...again!...by the first line in today's "God Calling," To conquer adverse circumstances, conquer yourselves.
Here's me, sitting in the middle of "adverse circumstances"...again!...with my egoic mind spinning churning, spitting out one-liners that'll set her straight...her, being the choice of my adversity.
Long/short: Open House yesterday, her unit was not one opened, I was not even on the tour, she apparently thought I was so mistakenly left me an insultingly rude voice message accusing me of entering her unit "uninvited, call me!"
How unforgiveable is that! Like, I should trust that God thinks that's OK? I should not resist being personally insulted?...my very character assassinated? Well, and harrumph, I do not think so!
I've gotten far enough into the source of all my woes to recognize my resistance to her begins (and no doubt ends) with the plain fact that from the jump I have found her less-than-wonderful.
In my quiet time this morning, I recognized her as another angel, gifting me with an opportunity to do that which I preach: Trust God, resist not, forgive.
I promise, sitting in my head, that is golden...I only love it. It is the answer to any and all of life's problems.
I promise, doing it...whoa now. She actually...practically...accused me of breaking and entering into her condo!
Only here comes God all wrapped up in my "God Calling," selling his side of the story. And there's my dilemma: Trust God or trust my reasoning mind? Oh, rats.
This is the place where what I know and what I do are two entirely different matters...and only I can choose which way to go. Knowing that either way will lead me to God, it's just a matter of how long I want to sit and stew in the luxurious, self-glorifying feeling of being rigid, righteousness and right. Or of letting me (not her, me) off my hook...by changing my mind and accepting that she took herself a tish too seriously, which I do every chance I get, and let it go.
And there it is, the nut: If I could just let it go by knowing better, I wouldn't even be writing about it. Just saying that I've let it go is me trying to make an end-run around God. The hard work of going to God for God is going to God for God...for as long and as often as it takes for my want to be washed clean by my need...to go to God for God and that is all.
At least I know when next I see her, I'll be trying not to be as nasty as I want to be. God's grace comes just as it comes to those in need.
Thank you.