If God was Morgan Freeman

It's been a long week. Not like the world is coming to an end, my roof is crashing down, or some catastrophic event. It's just been a long week. The little things that go on have seemed to add up. And now it's Thursday night, The Office is over, the popcorn is eaten and I'm sitting in my chair and honestly I'm a little "meh." 6 hours of sleep and all the little things throughout the week just make a guy feel a little "meh."

Maybe because I just watched the Office or because I was looking at my DVDs and thinking I should really pack them up, but I just keep thinking about Evan Almighty. There's a quote from the end of the movie when Morgan Freeman (God) says to Evan:

If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?

I know that Morgan Freeman, while acting as God in a mediocre movie with a hybrid co-star Michael Scott/Steve Carrol/Evan Baxter, does not qualify as "inspired," but I have to say: there is truth to what he said. It feels like that sentiment really echo's the desires or God for our life.

So throughout this week of the red lights, lost wallets, class registration, brain farts, bad drivers, and late night paper writing, here I am thinking about Evan Almighty. My prayer earlier in the week was to "not sweat the small stuff."

I feel like the kid who touched the oven but can't figure out why his hand hurts like hell.

I really do want to grow and not sweat the small stuff. This week, I failed. I've been reflecting on the "meh", and because of how I was made and what I love to do, I'm all about the causal. Why am I "meh"? Do I feel that way because I was bombarded by small stuff all week and they just got to me...or do I feel that way because I recognize that the small stuff got to me, and the sense of failure makes the "meh"?

I'm a big proponent of growth. And that's true for this case as well. I think throughout the week I was so blinded by the little things that they just added up. The straws built up on my back. And now, when the week is coming to a close and my brain has a little time to breath, the frustration stems from the recognition that I didn't let the little things just blow away. I mean...that was my prayer in the first place, right?

So here I am, tried and failed, and the weekend begins. Luckily, God isn't Morgan Freeman. (Although Morgan Freeman is pretty B.A.) I'll start fresh, with a new prayer of a second chance. And with the power of Jesus, I will get it right this week. "Do, or do not...there is no try." If I told you who that was from, I'd be labeled as an even bigger big fat nerd.