The Trouble, With Trouble

I have always loved, loved the quote from the movie Shag "The trouble, with trouble is it starts out as fun."  I needed to have this written on my hand for much of college, didn't you? As I get older I still love this quote but I don't get into as much trouble as I use to these days (sad fact).  These days I struggle with getting older, growing up (who wants to), and in general what it means to be an adult.   

These days I think "the trouble, with control is it starts out innocently enough."  I have been thinking about control a lot this week.  Some not so important things happened this week that made me think about it, like not having an fing blackberry for 8 days.  And some really important things got me thinking about it like some dear sweet friends who are struggling with being sick or their babies being sick. 

I always think I'm perfectly in control of my life and "I've got this" until something that I cannot fix, cannot control and have no clue what to do about happens.  It slams into me all at once that I don't have control and thinking I do is a joke.  I think, for women anyway, control is something we will always battle with.  It's like if we can manage work, a household, workout, look cute, etc. and feel in control we are all good but don't you dare throw us a curveball unless you want to see us go def con 5 on your ass. 

I realized I need to surrender this week when I read a lengthy email from a dear friend whose baby is sick.  She wrote to all of us beautifully and asked for simple yet powerful prayer from each of us.  When I was done reading it I promptly burst into tears scaring the hubs and Mae to death (I'm not a big one for tears).

I realized it again when another dear, sweet friend emailed/texted me about something she was going through.  It's hard, difficult and painful and I felt blessed, touched and moved that she reached out to me.  I also felt heartbroken, sad and for the second time this week I gave into emotions and promptly sat on the floor in my office and cried.    I cried and I asked God why?  I asked God to give me her pain and to make it ok.  I know He can't and this is her journey.  But I would rather hurt than see anyone I love hurt. 

What I realized through both of these events is sometimes the world is incredibly sad and for that matter incredibly cruel and I can't control it.  I can be nice and peaceful but that doesn't ensure others will. All I can do is give it to God and pray.  And that my friends is sometimes the hardest thing to do.  It often times makes me jumpy and anxious because I feel like I need to BE DOING SOMETHING!  I'm a doer.  When there's a problem I want to fix it.  But sometimes you can't fix it, you can't put a band aid on it and make it better.

All you can do is pray, be a really good friend and hope that time heals the wounds that have occurred.  I hope and pray that my sweet friends feel better, know the best is yet to come and realize the impact they have had on me.  I hope for each of you that you don't have this problem of control (though I suspect you do) and that if you do struggle with it you find a way to make peace with it on your journey. 

I love you all to the moon and back.  xoxo

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