So someone has a problem. I realize that they just need a nudge in the right direction and they'll be fine. So I go to this someone and give her a generous helping of my humble opinion pie. When it appears this someone is drooling over that helping of pie, I add a dollopof my self-made (as opposed to homemade) whipped cream to top it off. Imagine my dismay when I discover that my pie was filled with things that caused her indigestion. Ever been there? You just want to help. You just think they could use a bit of advice. You just knew they'd love your pie because it came from a tried-and-true recipe that never fails....well, typically, "never" is rather absolute and presumptuous, I suppose?
Did you see the made-for-TV movie about that Amish family that was killed in 2006? Well, there was this scene where the Amish folk and the wife of the man who'd slaughtered their children, all sat together in a counseling session. The wife of the man who murdered those children explodes in anguish. She cannot comprehend how the Amish can forgive such a deed. She can't. Then one Amish lady, with tears streaming down her face in agony, says she has to go back to God again and again and again to let go of the anger and get refilled to forgive.
That's how it was, and sometimes is, for me with people who've wronged me. I cannot do it on my own. It is the same way for loving someone who makes it hard to love, and to look at someone through God's eyes when our eyes see such aggravating, annoying things about them.
I believe it happens to us for a reason. It happens so we will depend more, and more, and more on God. So that He always has our attention. I am one of those co-dependent fixers. I'm full of compassion and longing for everyone to be happy, happy, happy. Not everyone wants to be happy. Some folks don't want to be anything but what they are. And some folks think there is no other way to think, but the way they think. When I go strolling up the sidewalk with one of my homemade got-the-answer pies, and trip on a stick and land flat on my cream-smeared face. God gives me things in my life that show me I am not the one to fix things--He is. My pie is not necessarily His pie.
Drives me nuts when He won't let me help sometimes. I want to at least add some sugar. But just as sure as I step in to give God a hand, "wham swat!" He reminds me that this particular thing is His, not mine. So I slump back to my self-saturated corner of thinking that I know best, and He shows me how it's really done.
Don't get me wrong. Sometimes God wants me to take someone the pie, but it must be His pie, made with His recipe, and baked to His instructions. Sometimes He leads me to take the pie, other times He wants me to eat it myself. Want some? selahV