You know how there are moments in your life where you just have to pause for a second? Like, when you step back and think to yourself that there’s something bigger out there? That this life really does have meaning and we’re not alone?
I totally had one of those moments on Tuesday afternoon. I guess it was just one of those weeks and I was having a really rough time. I had been stressed out and down on myself. To make matters worse, I nearly got in trouble for wearing a sweatshirt in school.
Thank goodness I only got a warning, but later that day the same teacher somehow spotted me out in the hall completely surrounded by other girls. Oh, and I was heading to the front office so I could check out right before my 15-16 free. About 10 seconds later and I would have been fine. But this teacher pointed me out and even said, “THE SWEATSHIRT!” and told me to see her after school for the SBR.
So, I went to her office and received my SBR. Mad at the world, I stormed out of the building. I remember asking God why He did this to me. It was the last thing I needed when I was stressed and sleep-deprived and everything else.
In all my fury, I had forgotten my keys back in the building. As I was walking back to get them, I happened to meet this same teacher again and she just happened to confront me once more (to make sure she was fair in giving me the SBR I guess).
And out of nowhere, I’m embarrassed to admit, I completely broke down. I started bawling in the middle of the hall. I can’t remember the last time I cried like that…especially in public.
The thing is, it wasn’t about the SBR at all. It had been building up for some time and needed to come out. This teacher asked if I’d like to come and talk to her, and after declining several times, I finally agreed to at least step in her office for a tissue.
Of course, we ended up talking for a good while and, again I’m even more embarrassed to admit, I was so grateful for it. Never would I have thought that I could benefit from discussing my personal life and crying in front of a teacher. But it was so refreshing. I left the building feeling a hundred times better than when I arrived that morning.
This mini-anecdote is a perfect example to me of God’s mysterious workings in our lives. Only He can turn an unlucky moment in an already crummy day into a positive opportunity to reflect and improve ourselves. And only He has the power to change my prejudices against people I may feel uncomfortable around and allow me to have a great conversation with them.
I feel silly now for yelling at Him when He had this plan all along. And it was His plan. There’s just no other reason.
And yes, everything does happen for a reason: it’s God’s will. And His amazing plan is a million times better than any other plan I could possibly dream for myself.