Pity Parties Aren't Pretty

I must confess that I have felt a plethora of emotions since starting our driveway destruction and reconstruction process. Underlying sadness about losing a beautiful tree and excitement about gaining a lovely new driveway, has been agitation. At first I thought the agitation was brought about by the irreversible decision to cut down an exquisite specimen of nature. But as I dug deeper, I realized that there was more. You see, our driveway and front yard has been a construction zone for a week now and as the days have progressed, I have felt more and more not in control.

I can't bring back the tree. Others plants got severely damaged in the process. The new tree can't be planted until spring. The driveway was ripped up and very slowly reconstructed. Blah, blah, blah. Yep, I'm having a pity party over the front of my house looking and feeling like a war zone. I'm having a pity party because I can't do the physical labor to make it happen sooner. I'm having a pity party because I've lost the very thing that caused the damage in the first place. I'm having a pity party because this whole thing is going over budget. I'm pathetic.

What I need to do is simply rest in the Lord. He tells us not to worry. He tells us He will fulfill our every need in His perfect timing. My job is to let go and let God. My job is to submit to His authority and control. After all, He created the entire universe, I think He can handle my front yard/driveway project.

Thank you, Lord, for your patience for this pathetic pity partying girl. You show us time and time again in Your Word, that our trials and circumstances are refining us from base iron to precious metal. Help me get over myself and to get full of you instead.