I’ve been preparing my home for seasonal guests to arrive on November 1 and stay until the middle of December. A few days ago they called and cancelled due to medical concerns.
At first I was sad to hear there were medical, but then disappointment set in. I put the cart before the horse in purchasing items thinking I’d use proceeds from the rent to pay for them. I felt like a bride with no groom or a baseball player with a mitt.
When dealing with disappointment I read one can break out of the mood (after the pity party) by reframing your identity. Bad situations don’t define who we are. I still have a home and the means to pay for the sheets and towels. Some things are beyond our control. I won’t need to order a tee-shirt with “victim” across the front. I needed to “pick myself up and brush myself off and start all over again.”
So, I listed my home on Air B&B–the on-line home “motel/hotel” service, and within a few hours got a reservation for seven nights during Thanksgiving week. Later, another request appeared for a couple going to the NASCAR races. “Wow,” I thought. “This could become addictive.” Air B&B will give me the opportunity to share my home with guests from all over the world.
Sometimes our disappointments turn into joy.
Lord, you are good all the time. All the time you are good. Amen.