STOP the ride, Lord. I Want to Get OFF!
Wow! Just as my emotional rollercoaster ride was screeching to a halt, and I had lifted the lap bar, and placed one foot out of the car, the engineer gets an evil gleam in his eyes and cranks up the speed, and I’m thrust back into my seat headed for the first drop.
Today ended my sons’ performances as Oliver and Dodger. What should have been a wonderful ending to a crazy ride, turned out to be a nightmare. I had been under the misguided assumption that all the performances would be video taped, and with four Olivers I thought that was a wise decision, a decision that would make everyone happy. Well, I found out today that yesterday was the only day they were taping, and it was of the OTHER Oliver, the late comer who was added to the show as Oliver three weeks before opening night. GRRRR….
The temperature in the room rose at least ten degrees when I found out, my justice meter peeking off the chart. My brain couldn’t understand why this was happening. The OTHER Oliver’s entire family and a bunch of friends saw the show and a video tape of my son was the only way my family who lives hundreds of miles away would be able to see the show. Yada, yada, yada… Though the stage manager gave his explainations, it didn’t help.
Okay, now I know this is really a silly thing to get upset over in the big scheme of real life tragedies, but I can’t get over the injustice of it all. And yes, I’ve started to throw some tearful questions God’s way just like my friend Paula. I thought I had made a forgiving gesture by initiating a collection for a gift for the directors and stage manager. And I really was okay with everything, you know the kind of okay that says I forgive you, but I still don’t think what you did was right. So why this…now!
I guess God’s doing something in my life, I just don’t know what, and I wish He’d hurry up and do it or at least let me in on it so I can help expedite the process. 🙂 If this rollercoaster ride doesn’t slow down soon, I think I’m gonna throw up. ;0
Well, if nothing else comes of this whole experience you can bet it will make great fodder for my momlit novel. When, of course, after I begin writing it!
