​7. Heaven Knows

An interesting something happened last night.

I became a crazy person.

Okay, well not really. There was a group of teenagers at a booth near us who kept joking loudly and looking our way. I honestly don’t even think what they were saying had anything to do with us, but once my daughter locked eyes with them, it was all over. She wasn’t having the absurdity.

And here’s something: I’m the quintessential introverted only child. I don’t make a fuss when a fuss isn’t necessary. Which in my book is 99.9% of the time. But I also come from a long line of Latina women who don’t mess around.

Let’s just say my genetics seem to be continually at odds.

And then, I’m of course a Christ follower. I want to honor God and his children, even the ones who are hell bent on tomfoolery.

So you can see how the storm started to brew.

I’ve done this before. Once at my doubles tennis game where two guys were catcalling me and my partner during our match. And once at Best Buy when the Geek Squad took my laptop hostage for weeks. I most definitely wasn’t a Christ follower back then and became, well, blackout rageous in both instances.

I highly don’t recommend that.

I felt my blood boiling just like those times. I was up on my feet before I knew what I was doing. I was talking and saying words, but this time, there was a difference.

I cried out to the Holy Spirit in my heart.

I didn’t curse them out. I didn’t scream my head off. I just mentioned how I was young and fun once (no seriously...like literally once), but if they could play it cool and not be so loud, I’d appreciate it.

Remember that whole WWJD phase? Besides being a glaring representation of how people “follow” Jesus whenever it’s in vogue, it’s also something I roll around in my mind every second of the day. Because I don’t want to be what He’s not.

I’m not sure how well I did. But I am grateful for the lifeline. Because heaven knows I can’t save myself.