Some people just make me stressed and anxious. People that overthink things and constantly have to spit out some carefully worded message that defines their current problem. It just makes me want to run away and watch a sunset or something.
People make things too complicated.
I used to do that. I took little problems. I would blow them up and draw them out. I made them much bigger than they were. I over-thought them. It was miserable.
Today my friend and I rode our bikes to Village Inn. We tried a different route home and got lost. It was 10:15 pm and we were stuck in the middle of a suburban neighborhood.
It was great.
We would try a street, realize it wasn't right, and turn back around. No whining, no wishing we hadn't tried this new way, we just kept biking. It was fun. We smiled blissfully as each street took us farther away from our destination. We even ended up at my old house. We laughed as the street we were supposed to be on came to a dead end. Our mini-workout became intense and sweat-filled as we pedaled up each hill. But alas, we made it home, and our popsicles were far sweeter than they would have been had we not been lost.
I think sometimes God lets us get lost. We have no idea where we are, what's around the corner, and we are in unchartered territory. And so many times we freak out at the thought of being lost. Of not knowing, of not being in control. We go crazy, and we complain about every little problem. I think God lets us be lost so we don't take everything so seriously. So we can laugh, not pout, when we find we've taken the wrong road by accident. Maybe He allows us to be lost so that we can take our time, and look at the scenery. Maybe it's to give us a good workout.
Or maybe it's just to make the popsicle at the end taste that much better.
I don't know. All I know is that complaining and crying wasn't what got us home tonight.
It was pedaling.
Pedaling and laughter. And the knowing that God will get us home to that popsicle.
We're just taking the scenic route.
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