Are you a control freak?

I had the worst day a couple days ago. It involved one frustrating thing after another. I was scheduled to have a heart scan to see if I have the beginning of a blockage. This was scheduled TWO months ago. That’s how backed up our hospitals are.

My husband volunteered to go with me, even though I didn’t think it was necessary. Thank the LORD that he did, though! When we got in the car, I looked at the notes I had taken when I made the appointment. I decided to plug the address given into my phone to see exactly how long it would take (because I can’t STAND being late!), and low and behold we weren’t going where I thought!

When I told him the directions given, my husband questioned me because he didn’t recall seeing that hospital at the location we were headed to, however, I insisted this was the address the lady gave me.

We end up in downtown Indy, and he was right. Not the place. What made me panic was I didn’t have a phone number to call. Zip. I quickly looked up the hospital’s number on my phone and that’s when the “fun” began. I was transferred what seemed like a million times. NO ONE could find where I was supposed to be. My name didn’t even show up in their system! UGH.

We decided to head back to where we originally thought it was to take place, and wouldn’t you know — that was it. I walk in door #2 – the door that the chic told me to, and the gal at the desk said I needed to go to the building next door. Well, of course I do. Nothing about this day was going as planned. We go next door, up to the third floor, and this office said I needed to be back at the other building where I started. Well, of course I do.

Unfortunately, because we were 30 minutes late, the appointment was cancelled. I’m like…. WHAT? I could feel my cheeks burn as my blood pressure hit the roof. The guy at the check-in handed me a post-it note with a number to call to reschedule. The end.

Needless to say, it was frustrating – mainly because it was out of my control. I knew there was absolutely nothing I could do to change it.

So yesterday, I went to see my brother. He has a disability that I’m really not sure how to describe. He truly has had the specialists baffled since he was young. This guy has a memory like no other. Our visits usually are consumed with reminiscing — which I normally love. Both of our parents are deceased, so it’s nice to talk to someone who can answer questions about them and other things that no one else can.

In our conversations, he brought up a heart-piercing memory from when we were young. I stared at him for a moment after he asked, “Do you remember when….?” It took me a little while, but i finally did.

On my drive home, I wondered how on earth did I forget that memory? We had witnessed something pretty traumatic, yet I had totally forgotten that it ever happened. I guess the good thing is, it didn’t ruin me for life like I thought it would at the time.

Sometimes bad things happen and life doesn’t always go the way we had planned, but I truly believe that God will either wipe it away from your memory, or He will use it to make you better and stronger. Most of all, it’s the perfect reminder that HE is in control. That’s all that really matters.