If something happens that challenges me greatly, I resist it in stride. Oh, no! I think. Not this! I try to ward it off, push it away, or, at the very least, get through it as quickly as I can. I don't want to experience it. I reach for my blinders and all of my numbing tools. I don't like it and I don't want it. Dear God, I beg, please take it back!
And yet, if I surrender to whatever it is; if I say OK instead of Oh No, all the tension and strain depart, and I am left open to the strange beauty of hardship. It has its own kind of grace. And I end up blessed by the very thing I was sure had come to curse me.
Instead of raging and resisting, I am willing to be ok with life as it comes.
