Have you ever wondered if you’re so caught up in your own vision, your own emotions, and your own story that truth eludes and perspective dims? I was recently talking to two colleagues about situations that cause confusion, questioning, and mini identity crises in life. We decided it would be nice if there could be a voice over only you could hear, just like the movies, where the commanding voice of James Earl Jones, or the trusting accent of Emma Thompson, would chime in and talk to us. The voice would just solve a problem for you, tell you if someone was telling the truth, shed some tough love and light on to your situation, or even let you know if you were being a big old jerk. As we sat discussing this lovely option, my friend said sometime that resonated.
It was my narration moment from the big voice in the sky pausing reality for a moment and saying: “Jennie – this one’s for you”. In response to my friend’s annoyance about being part of a seemingly unpleasant committee, my other friend said, “you know, sometimes it’s just your turn”. It was so simple, but made so much sense. I know we have narration, the Holy Ghost, and the light inside that sparks and illuminates when someone says what we are meant to hear. Those words became my stop action moment of certainty. She went on to say that another colleague had told her that same phrase in response to a minor car accident. When people were saying how unfair and what a pain that must have been, she simply said, “ya, but it was just my turn”. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think there’s a great big score board in the sky, but the simultaneous chaos and order involved in our world forces us to take our turn. Sometimes it’s divine and other times it’s not, but regardless, growth always can rise from the ashes. The undesirable calling, the committee assignment, the frustrating family situations come to us, and for some reason saying “it’s my turn” seems to remind me it’s not forever, it may not be enjoyable, but this is what you need to do now.
It was my turn to sit and listen that day. I thought of my own burdens on my shoulders and knew that it is my turn. Turns don’t last forever, and I would rather have my narrator say well done, at the end of the turn than the voice in my head and heart think I wasted an opportunity. Taking your turn often is rewarding to you in the end. The growth required, the new faces to meet, and maybe even the heartache that may come with taking your turn leaves you the beneficiary.
How do you interpret this idea? What are some turns in which you love or struggle? How does Ecclesiastes 3 fit into this concept?