Uninvited Guests

On occasion, I have been known to entertain some interesting visitors. I really don’t like them and if the truth be told… I wish they would just go away. They aren’t welcome and never really were, but they show up unannounced anyway.

It’s not like they are spending every free moment with me. They usually don’t bother me during the day when I’m busy at work. It is during my nights when they really make their presence known. Maybe you know them. Maybe they’ve visited you too at an inopportune time… they are notorious for that.

Their names are: What-If, If-Only and Why-Me. Have you heard of them? They are quite the terrible trio and whenever they visit, they always want to party. They know how to take a perfectly nice evening and turn it upside down. They’re LOUD, obnoxious and rude. They especially like popping in when everything is quiet and I’ve settled down with my journal or a good movie or book. They dance around my home and call me names to get my attention.

What-If likes to play this annoying little game with me. He shows me a scenario in my life that has actually occurred (a negative one of course) and then proceeds to show me ALL of the other seemingly BETTER ways the same scenario could have played out If-Only… And this is where he joins in on the fun.

If-Only whispers in my ear ALL of the things I COULD have done differently so that the scenario in question might have had one of those better, more desirable outcomes. If-Only likes to dangle his favorite toys in front of my face: Lost Opportunities, Past Possibilities and Roads-Not-Taken. And he will not rest until I reach out my hand and grab hold of one or all of his tempting little trinkets.

Why-Me is a bit more shy, but is actually the worst of the bunch. He usually hangs back to wait and see how the other two have fared in engaging me. He is not one to force himself on me. He knows that when What-If and If-Only have done their jobs well, and sufficiently gotten my attention, it is only a matter of time before I approach him.

Why-Me LOVES to play dress-up. When I come to him, he is ready and waiting with a heavy coat made out of the fabric of Misery and Self-Pity. This he likes to drape across my shoulders. It weighs me down and is dreadfully uncomfortable to wear. I always end up slogging around, shoulders stooped beneath the weight of the garment, unable to move. When I am aptly dressed, Why-Me stands back and smirks… knowing that he too has made the most of the visit.

You can see why these 3 are such annoying and unwelcome guests. They aren’t the least bit fun and their shenanigans leave me totally drained, exhausted and spent. After they’ve gone, I spend the next several days cleaning up after them because of course they never visit without making a total mess of things.

I do, however, have a couple of friends who—when I think to invite them—do an amazing job of keeping those 3 trouble makers at bay. Their names are Gratitude and Contentment. And the 5 of them actually cannot even exist in the same room. I really should call them more often and invite them over. I’m positive that they are such loyal friends… they’ll even HELP me clean up the mess next time.

“There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man.”

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13 thoughts on “Uninvited Guests

  1. Heather Campbell says:

    This is so very true…wonderfully written Joanna! I needed to be reminded of this very thing, today!! God Bless!

  2. Those first 3 Misfits (of a Christian’s life) seem to enjoy visiting often when one is in their 30’s and 40’s. That is when we realize our life is in the middle of its years and we wish it were better. It was that way with me. Then we get older and wiser, hopefully, and shove those rotten visitors out and reach for the last 2 you talked about. Well said.

  3. Great post and thanks for the reminder to be grateful for what I do have. Must look forward and not backwards in our lives – really gets you nowhere in the long run!

  4. JT says:

    Hmm, Maybe that’s where the saying “Misery loves company” came from, that group always pals around together! You weave a tragic but often believed tale there. I was really glad Gratitude and Contenetment came along and kicked some Butt! 🙂

  5. I tremendously enjoy your posts!
    Self-pity is an awful, awful visitor. I loathe her (I am convinced it’s a she)because she comes under the disguise of sympathy and understanding, then she leaves when mission is accomplished and I am paralyzed with depression. The only way I get her out of my life is by turning to God and realizing how small I really am and how insignificant my so-called issues are in comparison with His majesty and grace.

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