When I’m writing this, on March 8, it’s International Women’s Day. Happy IWD to all of the badass women out there! Girl power. Forever! The future is female and I can’t wait to see what all of the tough, sophisticated, smart and awesomely rad females do in the coming days, months and years.
In a few months, I’m transferring colleges. Today, I was scheduled to go figure out my advising situation. They don’t take appointments, so I was slightly hesitant and nervous about it all. If you know me, you know that I like things to have a designated time and place. If I need to meet with somebody, I need a designated meeting time and place (also known as an appointment). So, this whole “walk in and we’ll get you covered” thing just stressed me out.
I woke up on this particular day feeling super uneasy about the whole day. I just wasn’t feeling it. I called my mom and told her I thought I was forgetting paperwork, something hadn’t been turned it, etc. I couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but I brought my uneasiness to her attention.
At 10:45 AM, I read online that there had been a power outage on campus. I called the advising office and they told me that their power was off and on, but that they’d still be there advising until 6, regardless of the power situation. I didn’t even hesitate at this point. I got in the car and drove the 2+ hours.
My mom and I got there and noticed the parking lots to be eerily empty. I automatically knew something was up. We walked up to the advising office and, sure enough, figured it out. The damn place was closed. I had just wasted my mom’s valuable time and my time (not-so-valuable). 2+ hours there, 2+ hours back, plus an hour to find parking, etc. Wasted. Gone. Time I could never get back.
I’m a very anxious person by nature. I panic and freak out over meaningless situations – most are scenarios that are made up in my head. But, I was pretty proud of myself because I didn’t freak out too bad or have a panic attack. I had a brief moment of anger (the “Why TF did I just drive here and nobody called and told me that it would be closed when I JUST asked?” kind). But, I was relatively calm. I had an odd sense of peace that I typically don’t have.
The first thing I asked my mom was, “How is God using me right now? Why is this happening to me? How is it according to His plan?” I understand that things happen for a reason, but sometimes we don’t understand those. For me, I really struggle with why things happen. And, to be honest, I’m still not sure I quite understand why a full day was “wasted.” Maybe in God’s eyes it wasn’t.
Flash forward to this evening when I was reading my devotions (I’m playing catch up from missing days while I was in Washington, D.C.). Here are two verses that caught my attention:
“My son, keep your father’s commands and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.” – Proverbs 6:20 (NIV)
“The Lord gives strength to His people. The Lord blesses His people with peace.” – Psalm 29:11 (NIV)
Proverbs 6:20 – My parents, leading up to the day, had been telling me that I could talk to an advisor they knew. I would be able to do it via phone, rather than make the drive and do it in person (which I had to physically make time for). But, I knew I was right. HA. I didn’t listen to them and demanded that my way was the right and only way. It even led to arguments the night(s) before. Maybe the Lord was proving to me that I should obey my parents, respect them, and listen to them. He was probably also showing me that I’m not always right, despite what I may want to believe sometimes. Sometimes we have to listen to Him and others around us.
Psalm 29:11 – Peace. He brings us peace in times that we may need it the most. When I saw the lights off in the advising office, I was upset, yes, but I had a sense of peace. A calming. I can’t explain this (odd) sense of peace other than Jesus.
It was a crazy day. Exhausting. And, I’m glad it’s behind me. There were little things aside from the advising mess that were off for me. A lot of little things that kept going wrong (wrong is perspective… maybe they go right in the Lord’s eyes). It was the equivalent of a Friday the 13th for me. March 8, you are not my friend.
I hope your Wednesday was better! And, happy Thursday!