This week God had a message for me and it was loud and clear. Every day, words, circumstances, Bible study, posts on Facebook, everything called to mind that life’s not fair. I grew up knowing this, happily quoting Billy Crystal’s line in The Princess Bride, “Who ever said life is fair? Where is that written?”
It’s a simple concept, but then why do I overflow with frustration when I do something, hoping for a specific outcome, and it flops? Why do I hold a grudge when someone does something wrong to me? I would be less apt to do so if I lived from a “life’s-not-fair” mentaility.
I have been mulling over fairness and see that perhaps it’s more about entitlement. “If he appreciated that I worked all day, he would take out the trash without being asked.” “If I go above and beyond, I should get special treatment.” That’s a big, giant dose of entitled thinking right there, wanting things to be fair.
When I’m operating out of entitlement and something happens that seems unfair, that gives birth to jealousy and anger, both of which are unhelpful places to be in recovery. My daily goal is contentment and peace, both of which are impossible to find when I’m wound up about something that happened that wasn’t fair.
So, what am I doing about it? It starts with recognizing that I’m angry. From there, I pray and ask God to take away my anger. Every time I did that this week, I then found opportunity to be thankful and was able to settle into the idea that fairness doesn’t even matter. He changed my heart to embrace the other person or situation and brought me back to what’s most important:
It’s not fair that Christ died on the cross to save an angry, alcoholic sinner like me, but He did, because he loves me, and that’s all I need to know. When I remember that, suddenly whatever seemed so unfair, turns out to be rather insignificant.
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