Today was another such display of my humanness. I was driving to Shaw's to pick up some soda and snacks for my youth group meeting tonight and the following conversation ensued:
Me: Hey God, it looks like you're doing a crappy job with my life here.
God: Excuse me?
Me: Yeah, you heard me right! My life sucks, and it's all your fault. I'm not married-- not even dating anyone, I'm working as a part time waitress and can barely pay the bills, I've gained a few pounds the last couple weeks, and all my crops on Farm Town went to waste yesterday.
God: Excuse me?
Me: My life is totally out of control and you're doing nothing about it! Help me out here, why don't you?
God: Why don't you help yourself?
And there it was. "Why don't you help yourself?" Ouch. It was a very good question, and I realized immediately that I was being absolutely lame, blaming God for my own laziness. I want good things in my life but am not always willing to put in the work necessary to get them. If I want a neat bedroom, I've got to pick up after myself. If I want to lose ten pounds, I need to exercise more regularly. If I want a better job, I need to start applying for some. I stomped my feet and yelled at God, and God responded by, ever so gently, ever so patiently, holding up the proverbial mirror.
Now it's my turn to respond, to God as well as to myself. My game plan, you wonder? To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. But a deep breath and a good night's rest is always a great place to start.
I love this story, and I can really relate to what you wrote here. I believe in destiny, but I think we have a heavy hand in how it all plays out; so much can be accomplished through hard work and a positive attitude. Thanks for the reminder!