Today’s post is late. I had it ready, but as I’m still settling into my new job and I was exhausted when I came home last night, so I forgot. But, here it is 🙂
I’m changing up my Saturday schedule a little. With the new job and other things in my life, I’m having a hard time cranking out a story each week. So I will plan on posting a story on the first and third Saturdays.
Without further ado, here’s today’s post…
Last week I received one of those slips from the post office that an item needed my signature for delivery. It gave no information about what was in the package, but was marked as a letter with a return receipt for merchandise, and that I had to sign for it in person.
Since I wasn’t expecting anything and I haven’t purchased anything recently, I had no idea what this could be.
I found the slip on Tuesday night and had to be at meetings out of town the next day, so it was Thursday before I could get to the post office to solve the mystery.
The thing about me is that I hate surprises like this. If there had been a package of fun stuff in my mail box that would be great, but knowing there’s something there and not knowing what it is makes me crazy. My siblings can tell you how bad I was at Christmas time, and sometimes still am!
For a day and a half, this dilemma meandered through my brain poking and prodding at odd times. I woke up in the middle of the night and considered what it might be. On my drive out of town the next day, I pondered what it could be.
I posted on Facebook hoping the person who sent it would come forth. I called my dad and asked if he’d bought anything for me. I texted my siblings. I told several friends on Wednesday.
No one knew anything about this. My mind went to the worst.
Finally on Thursday, I had the time and went to the post office. The post office clerk presented a simple envelope bearing the name of my doctor’s office.
No merchandise, no gift. Nothing but a simple reminder of a needed appointment.
Apparently the wrong box got marked. A mistake. And it drove me nuts for too many hours.
In the midst of my worry the words of Philippians 4:6 came to mind.
These situations are worrisome because I forget that the Lord has everything under control. He knew what was in that envelope and if it was meant to harm me.
I often forget that this is the case with the Lord. He knows. He’s got this. My worrying about it changed nothing. The only thing it accomplished was to steal my joy.
It was just a letter in the mail, but it taught me a lesson. One that I often need to hear. It reminded me that no matter how mature in Christ I think I am, there are still things that I allow to draw me away from his love and presence.