What the heck is up with this week?

Have you ever had one of those weeks where everything that could possibly go wrong actually does?

Now, as soon as I say that, I think to myself that not everything has gone wrong.  There have been many highlights and positive moments in the past week.  Probably more positive aspects than negative ones.  So why on Earth am I having so much trouble focusing on the positive? 

I’m trying to focus on the fact that the melodrama went well.  That I found a place to store the set pieces without too much trouble.  That we actually made money on the thing that we could donate to Families Together.  That people actually enjoyed it and laughed (until their ribs hurt supposedly).  That I still have a job and so does my brother, and we’re leaving Friday for an awesome trip and we’re going to finally get to spend some time together.

It just seems that in the last week, everything has fallen apart.  Things started breaking down last Wednesday and it has just gotten worse.  Again, there have been high moments–but they have been preceded and followed by very low moments.  There have been times I’ve felt like I’m hanging on to sanity by a thread. 

I had a patron chew me up one side and down the other today for something trivial and I nearly broke down and bawled right then and there.  Maybe I should have.  Teach him to fuss at people for no reason when he’s got no clue what’s going on with them.  It makes me want to be as nice as possible to complete strangers.  We as individuals have no idea the pain other people carry around–even if we know them well, we can’t really know.  So why are we so mean to each other?

Friend issues.  Family issues.  Mentoring issues.  Responsibility issues.  Too many issues.  Miscommunications and preconceived ideas–mostly miscommunications stemming from preconceived ideas.  All of it started blowing up on Wednesday, and now I find out that a young man I’ve known since he was a little boy has been in a horrible motorcycle wreck–broke both arms, skull fracture, face fractures, teeth knocked out.  And I’m just sitting here about ready to explode, and the only thing I keep thinking is: “Do not be anxious about anything but in everything by prayer and supplication, make your requests known to God.  And the peace of God which transcends understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

“Don’t worry about anything.  Pray about everything.”  So that’s what I’m doing.  I’m sitting here praying that God will help us get through this week.  That He’ll help me be the sister-daughter-friend-mentor-employee-encourager-person that He wants me to be, and I’m praying that whatever He’s doing will be obvious someday.  And I’m praying for my dear friend Matt, who was in the wreck; I’m so thankful it wasn’t worse but I hate that he’s in so much pain.  And I’m praying for all the drama that seems to be going on in so many places, and I’m hoping that it will just stop. 

I’m just ready for peace and quiet.  I’m ready for the peace that transcends understanding.  I’m waiting for it, and I’m praying that others who need it will feel it too.

Forgive me for the random and strange post after I haven’t posted in so long.  It’s just been one of those days-weeks-months . . . couple of months, really.