I hate to be tardy but sometimes … it happens. Most of those times, it’s my fault. Like when I was fifteen minutes late to an appointment that my friend Tina was driving me to.
“I should have scheduled the meeting for later when traffic wasn’t so heavy,” I said as she signaled to change lanes.
“I can’t believe you’re so calm,” my friend replied.
I was calm because there was nothing I could do to change the situation. Experience has taught me (over and over) that the peace that transcends all understanding never came on the tail end of a panic attack. And no matter how much we want to be in control, there will always be some unforeseen circumstance to remind us that God is God and we … are not.
I feel so strongly about this that I came up with a rhyme to remind my daughters—and myself—that obsessing over the unknown or the unavoidable is an unproductive waste of time:
If it is what it is, why complain? It makes you unhappy and drives others insane.
Although not my best poetic prose, these words are a reminder that controlling our behavior is in everyone’s best interest as we keep problems in perspective and encourage fellow travelers to do the same.
Whoever is patient has great understanding,
but one who is quick-tempered displays folly. – Proverbs 14:29