Let’s face it, we all run into disappointment. Now the part that everyone expects to come next is one of two things. Pep talk or rage against the machine. I could do either. I could pep talk myself up saying over and over again, “You’re such a good teacher. You’re a great person. You deserve the next one. Get pumped!” I could do that.
I could also sit here and bang my head against the wall that I was just talking to and instead scream, “I hate everything! I hate my job! I hate the people I work with! I hate where I am right now!” and then finish with a heavy and deep guitar shred.
I don’t think I want to do either. I’ll learn from it instead. I don’t need a pep talk. I know that my identity lies in Christ. I know that with every closed door, there is a reason for it. I know that God’s plan is perfect and I know that He has it all in His plan. No matter how much I think of myself, He never changes.
I also know that being angry will only make me a bitter person. I know that raging just makes me look like the kids I teach. That is what I did when my identity was in myself and when rejection meant something personal but now it is only something God does to better me in some way.
Like a child having a toy taken away from them, it may seem like a good time to throw a tantrum but what I didn’t realize was that the toy probably would have killed me or hurt me. I had no idea that it was an outlet I was playing with. (Yes, this is a metaphor from my daughter)