Have you ever had one of those days where everything you hoped would work out…didn’t?  In fact, not only did none of what you planned work out….it went horribly off track and beyond the word “wrong”?

I feel like those days happen to me all the time.

And I used to get so upset at the world…and everyone around me….and at myself.  I’m not a control freak, really.  I just appreciate when things go according to plan, you know?

Then after the symbolic storm of a day has ended and I am able to somewhat catch my breath…I realize the lessons I needed to learn from the craziness of it all.

I remember that even if I can’t control the world, I should never let the world control me.  I decide how I react to life…in all it’s curveballs, I still am the one holding the bat, deciding if I’m going to swing or let it fly by.

I remember that life is not something you can safely and securely wrap in a neat and tidy little box.  It is messy.  It is flighty.  It is real, in your face, craziness.  And that is okay.  Because if everything went just how I wanted it to, where would the opportunities to grow and learn and become more like my Savior, come from?

And finally…

-I remember to be grateful for those moments of peace when they do come amidst the fast winds of uncertainty.  We can’t truly appreciate the sweet if we haven’t experienced the bitter…in all it’s many, many forms.

Soon the day is over and I fall asleep.  Giving my body and spirit the rest that it needs until I wake up the next morning and deal with another day of unplanned adventures all over again.  But this time, hopefully, I’ve gained a little more insight and let go of a little of that need to control everything around me.