Life is frustrating at times. Lots of times. Every day in fact, there are frustrating things that happen. Frustrating things caused by others to you, by them not understanding what you said, by them doing their own thing instead of what you asked them to do, by them……well, you know what I mean. Then, just as you’re judging someone else about their deficiencies, muttering under your breath about them, and rolling your eyes at what they did or say, you turn around a commit a major faux pas (an embarrassing or tactless act ) yourself.
Ah….pride goeth before the fall!
Here are my recent situations:
1. My hair cut. A friend cuts my hair and I love the way she cuts it. At my last hair cut she told me her secret of never getting “butchered” or getting her hair cut too short. She said, “I say I just want a nip off the ends.” That means no length is cut, just a little evening out.
So 10 days ago I went to her to get my hair cut. I told her I wanted what she had said to do, just a nip off my sides---it was the back at the neck that needed the trimming. 45 minutes later I walked out with one inch cut off the sides and the back of the neck super short.
Frustration! I hated my hair and I do NOT LIKE it to be that short. It ruined my whole week and I grumbled every morning when I fixed my hair or looked in the mirror.
2. The Bishop asked to talk to me, initiated by me, because I felt my service missionary work was overwhelming me and my ability to do my other ward calling. I explained the amount of time I invest each week in my service as a missionary. We talked for quite some time and he agreed that if I was overwhelmed, I would be released. Finally at the end of the conversation, I said something again about being a service missionary, and he replied, “Doesn’t your service missionary work just take an hour a week?” I replied in unbelief, “NO! It takes Tues and Thurs morning plus hours during the week preparing file folders of lesson plans for the other tutors to use.” I had explained that 3 times in those same words during our conversation but he hadn’t understood. I sometimes spend 6-8 hours a week and he thought I was only spending one. I wondered how I could have explained my situation any differently.
Now for my Pride Fall. Yesterday I realized I had forgotten to mail and text my really good friend a Happy Birthday. Then, when I got home from Church and looked at the calendar, to my horror, I had forgotten to wish my out-of-state grandson happy birthday 3 days ago! I have tried so hard this year to be better at sending birthday cards on time and singing Happy Birthday on my ukulele on Marco Polo. And here I had forgotten twice!!
The lesson I am constantly relearning is this: no one is perfect. We will all make mistakes. Sometimes it will necessitate me forgiving someone, and sometimes it will be necessary for someone else to forgive me. And especially hard to do: I have to forgive myself as well.
So today I’m laughing at myself. It’s so easy for me to judge others and their shortcomings when I am just as bad!
Funny, funny Cathy!
And the good news is: my hair has grown a tiny bit, I was released from my other calling and had it reaffirmed to me that the Bishop is interested in my life and is led by the Spirit. I texted my friend yesterday and sang to my grandson belatedly an hour ago.
Things are normal. And good. And that’s what life is all about!
Thanks for reading,