After hopping on an alternate route to work (also known as taking the wrong bus), I found myself on a nearly broken down 244 =/ Being a schemer, my wheels were nearly spinning off as I tried to figure "this bus goes to the freeway, I could catch this bus, but it might be too late. I could get off and run to catch that route......."
As He does, God interrupted my thought process with a loving, "Chill out!" Right. The fact is, there's nothing I can do to make this bus work, and really nothing more I can do to get to work on time. If I'm late, I'm late. I work a little longer--no big. Why did I get so wound up again?? Control is an illusion. Let go... and breathe!
So rather than continue to freak out, I pulled out my book and delved back into the Mines of Moria and rejected the rising 244-tension. Within minutes, we were at the freeway flier stop and I was transfering busses. But, it left me just enough time to look to my right and catch a glimpse of Rainier.
And we still arrived in Bellevue 10 minutes earlier than my regular bus.
No control and no problems.
"My rest is a weapon against the opression
of man's obsession to control things..."
- Josh Garrels, The Resistance
Wishing you all a peaceful and control-free day =)