Moving to Korea is exciting and overwhelming. So far, I've been in a very excited and anticipatory mood about all the new things coming my way. But then it hit me about all the changes. Yes, I'd prayed through this move and considered the cost of leaving my family, friends, and life here. But then, with all the steps I've taken to ACTUALLY move there, reality has kicked in. Or kicked me a few times. Hard.
I have had a few emotional episodes already where it's like I'm leaving in a few minutes to go for 2 years. I'm excited to go, but I'm not quite ready to go just yet.
I found myself freaking out about some MINOR things that were annoying me and frustrating me at the moment. I had to step back and realize that, for instance, the shoes were NOT attacking me and I WAS making a mountain out of a mole hill.
Last Monday was April Fools' Day. I decided I would have some fun with this day and actually google some good harmless, yet fun, pranks on some friends. I had a few laughs, but was told that I was making myself a target for something down the road. I didn't really think anything would come my way on April Fools' day, so I laughed it off.
Well, it's April Fools DAY not week as it is every year....however.....a coworker decided to get me on Friday. 4 days AFTER April Fools' Day. Just to be clear.
I was headed Friday afternoon to visit with someone about buying my car. I was excited to see what information I would find out and what deal there might be. I told Mendy my plans as I was headed out the door of the school. It had been a long afternoon and a very full week. Several minutes goes by and I finally make it out the door to my car. I get within a few feet of my car and find out that it's been shot. Yes, shot. It looked like 5 or 6 gunshots were fired into the driver's door. I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned. I realized that yes, they were stickers, but thought they would peel the paint off my car and would depreciate my car's value. A million thoughts ran through my mind then about how this would impact my going to Korea and I lost it. I balled. I sobbed. (overreaction-yes, I know)
I had a suspect in mind and gave her a call, but she was in the dark (though she thought it was funny).
I realized that it must have been Mendy's son who was in her room when I was in there minutes before. When I saw them coming out of the building, I asked if he'd done this to my car-he asked if it had been shot. My reaction did not indicate that I thought it was funny at the time. I'm pretty sure they thought I was mad as a hornet. When they pointed out to me that these stickers would peel off my car and not pull the paint and demonstrated as such, I came to find out that it was Mendy's idea all along! I was in overdrive as far as overreactions go.
As I left the school, calming down more and more, I thought back over it all and realized it was a pretty good joke and pretty hilarious. Though not when you're on the receiving end of it.
Through this escapade and a few other minor things I have overreacted on, my heart has been convicted about what I have control over and my attitude toward that. I have control over nothing I realize. So many things can NOT go my way and that's going to happen countless times over in life. I have to trust that Christ knows what He's doing with my life even when I have no idea or when I'm on the receiving end of a practical joke.
A wise man said recently: "IF my faith is in God (which it is) AND things aren't going my way (which they often don't) THEN things are going His way (& I rest in that)"
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