You Are Not an Inconvenience
“‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found’” Luke 15:31-32.
When I heard that little-to-no plans had been made for my bachelorette party, I decided to spring into action. Wanting to get a little goofy and wild but not wasted, I suggested we wear wigs and go out dancing.
One of my bridesmaids said, “We’re spending a lot of money on your wedding and we don’t want to wear wigs so we’re not going to.”
My automatic reaction was “Oh, Okay. Of course. Whatever you want.”
But the more I thought about it, the more anger was stirred up deep inside of me. They were not paying a lot of money, something I had made absolutely sure of each step of the way, and as a total people pleaser, I had really stressed out about their preferences over mine.
Now, I was at a breaking point. Meet me halfway and wear a wig! I could feel the claws and teeth coming out. I wanted to turn into a real-life Bridezilla 20 times my normal size, stomping around San Diego, crushing buildings and eating tourists.
Instead, I reached out to a few good friends for encouragement and cried on my fiancé’s shoulder. I didn’t care about wigs. Or dancing. I wanted to be loved and supported, not treated like an inconvenience.
How many times have I done that to others- complaining about the expensive menu at a friends birthday? Or the lack of parking in a loved one’s neighborhood? It’s easy to make everything about ourselves instead of celebrating and loving on those who have invited us in to their moment.
People are not obstacles placed in your path, and get-togethers should not be annoyances you must endure. When we're stressed and caught up in our own stories, let's try to take a deep breath, take a step back, and take a minute to love those around us more than our own temporary comfort.
God, please help me to remember that I am not the center of every story. When I start to fuss, please remind me to put others above my own discomfort. I want to celebrate this life and cherish those you've placed in it.
WRITTEN BY SARAH WITMER