Drama. It may actually be the worst.
Not the drama Daniel Day Lewis evokes or the kind found between the pages of a great Sweet Valley High novel. It's the sort that makes you want to poke people in the eyes while you're kicking them. The type of drama that makes you shake your head and wonder how you spiraled to such depths of poking and kicking.
I generally find myself having lengthy conversations with God in my kitchen about drama. I will respond to criticisms, hurl back my own and then eat some feelings via frozen Thin Mints.
What is it about talking this kind of drama out with the Creator of all good things that seems to help clarify it? Is it the talking or the listening? I think it's actually when I listen that I land on one of the following:
1. I'm an idiot. This drama is ridiculous.
2. I'm hurting. This drama comes from somewhere painful.
I don't like figuring how idiotic I am, but I also hate the alternative. I think this is the prickly part of James 1:2-4 "Dear brothers and sisters, whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy. For when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything."
Boo to endurance.
I'm all for the opposite of endurance. Unfortunately, I looked up "endurance" in Roget's and the antonym is "weakness."
Boo to weakness.
I suppose I should dig in for the long haul and grow that blasted endurance. James does mention something about being "strong" and "ready for anything." Sounds almost like a superhero. I could be a superhero.
I'm all about a great pair of tights.