It was Sunday morning. I was sitting at Starbucks across the street from our church waiting for my pregnant daughter to arrive, that’s when the call came in. She wouldn’t be coming with her husband to church because he was concerned about her being dizzy.
“He’s afraid I’m going to fall over.” Her description made me laugh.
Thankful I had gone to church Saturday night, I offered to go to her home. I didn’t want her to be alone. She liked that idea, but the problem was that I had come to church with my husband. Think. Think.
A plan was born.
My son-in-law would give my husband a ride home, now all I had to do was get my husband on board.
Before you knew it I was in route to Monica’s apartment. I text her to let her know I was on my way. I called her. I didn’t get a response to either.
Did I mention she was pregnant? Not just pregnant, ready to go pregnant, as in, any day now pregnant.
I was a bit concerned she didn’t answer the phone or respond to my text. Maybe she fell asleep.
When I arrived to her apartment I was excited to see the baby’s room. They had just moved to a bigger apartment in the same complex to add a room for baby, and I couldn’t wait to see the baby’s room.
I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. No answer.
Now, I’m worried. Really worried! Why didn’t she respond to my text? Why didn’t she answer my call? WHY ISN’T SHE ANSWERING THE DOOR? Open. Open. Open. I was really getting concerned that something was wrong.
And of course, I’m picturing the worst. Who can I find to open the door? Expecting me, maybe she left the door unlocked.
I turned the knob every so slowly…peeked inside…it was dark…the table looked different…then a figure came toward me.
It. Wasn’t. My. Daughter.
Friends, I had gone to the wrong apartment!
It was a young man. Oh NO! What do I say? This is bad.
“Um, I am so sorry. I am looking for my daughter. She’s pregnant. They just moved and I thought this was her apartment. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. No worries.” He was very gracious.
I walked away dazzled and perplexed. Walking to the stairs I realized I needed to go up one more floor. Did you really just do that?! You’re unbelievable!
When I arrived at my daughter’s, we had a good laugh. She was totally fine, except for the possibility of her falling over. Actually, I’m thankful my son-in-law watches out for her with such diligence. My heart is full with gratitude for him.
And what’s my point of this story?
I’m glad you asked.
Isn’t it funny how we create scenarios that are the worst possible equation? In my mind my daughter had fallen over.
Do you ever do this? Do you ever create drama where there is no drama?
We do this in marriage sometimes. We allow our thoughts to run away and we create the worst possible scenario. I’m sure he [fill in the blank]. She definitely thinks [fill in the blank]. He doesn’t like that I [fill in the blank]. She wouldn’t be acting like this unless [fill in the blank]. When really we created those awful scenarios, with no foundation. In marriage, we need to focus on what’s good. We need to focus on what’s true. We need to focus on what’s lovely.
Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things.
Allow Philippians 4:8 to be your guide to loving thoughts, for thoughts create feelings.
Don’t create drama in your mind.
Like I did.
And I’m happy to report that my daughter has not fallen down to date. We are still waiting for our precious baby, and she is still on her feet. She’s wobbling, but she’s walking.
Until next time, create happy thoughts about your spouse.