reaction

We’ve all heard that saying, life is 10% what happens to you 90% how you react to it…or some variation of that saying.

My grandma has had health problems for a while, and has become extremely sick within the last month or so. This morning my mom left to take her to the hospital and I called off work to look after my 3 year old sister (after my grandfathers journey to heaven we realized hospitals full of mourning/anxious people are NOT places for rambunctious 3 year olds.) after she left the house, ella still sleeping, I had some time to myself to sit and analyze what was happening. I replayed the scenes over in my head, frantically vacillating back and forth over what to do, ‘do I call the doctor, do I call 911, do I just go take her to the hospital…’ Frantic concern, yet no productivity. She, self admittedly works horribly under those situations. I, on the other hand, am I ‘do-er’. Any action is better than no action, rambling is better than silence. I will put up a strong front until I am and then break down. There have been times, with my closest friends, that I’ve desperately wanted to cry with them, to share my sorrows, to express or release whatever…but couldn’t.

Are these different characteristics part of our divine wiring?? Or merely a result of our experiences?? Well I suppose our experiences would be part of the plan of God. I can confidently say that I think both types of people have strengths and weaknesses, neither better than the other, and the world needs both types to function. It’s easy to look at the one and say ‘basket case’ or the other and say ‘cold hearted’, but I wouldn’t want a basket case surgeon operating on me, nor a cold hearted counselor.

I suppose it’s time to stop thinking about my staring role in my own short story, and think about the supporting role in the eternal story.