There’s nothing quite like getting left out and then finding out about it later.
Rewind to about a year ago. I lived in a little house with a couple of roommates. One night, I overheard one of them inviting two of my best friends over. I thought it was awfully nice of them to plan a get together for us. How fun.
A day or so passed, and something strange happened.
They didn’t invite me.
My roommate, my best friends, my own house. And I wasn’t invited?
The night of their little party came. I walked in the door to find them giggling in the kitchen around a bowl of cake batter and a few spoons. Unbelievable. A baking night without me. They even acted like I was intruding.
So, I did the mature thing.
I stomped up to my room like a drama queen and didn’t come out for a couple of hours. That’ll show them, I thought. Once I got done with my “woe is me” speech, I decided to take the high road and join them downstairs.
There was tension in the air, so thick you could’ve sliced it with a knife. I took a closer look at their messy bowls and the icing splotched on the counter. Things got suspicious.
There were some things laid out on a tray that looked exactly like Pringles. Only they were green? I did a double take. Yep, those were definitely green Pringles. “Why are those chips green?” I asked.
They all died laughing, and then refused to explain it.
You can’t make green chips and not explain why.
It appeared that they were using yellow and brown icing. Who uses yellow and brown icing? Not the most flattering color combo, unless you’re the Man with the Yellow Hat or something (Curious George, anyone?).
I noticed a can of sliced pineapples sitting on the counter. That’s when it all clicked.
I had an obsession with pineapples for a while. They’re cute, right? As it turns out, my friends had the idea to surprise me with a pineapple cake that actually looks like a pineapple for my birthday. Brilliant.
Just to make sure it turned out perfectly, they decided to do a test run. Enter the exclusive baking night, which I was never supposed to find out about.
The lesson I learned that day? Don’t be so quick to assume. Things aren’t always as they seem.
I thought my friends had come up with an evil plan to betray me (or, more realistically, just forgotten about me). In reality, they were going behind my back so they could be the best friends ever and thoughtfully surprise me with a homemade pineapple cake.
Boy, were my assumptions off on this one.
There are two specific ways I try to apply this lesson:
- Don’t be so quick to assume things about people. About their intentions, their backgrounds, their flaws. Anything, really. We can criticize people all day — that rude lady in the checkout line or that friend who always cancels plans last minute — but our opinions don’t count until we know the whole story. People are going through hard things. We all do. Show grace.
- Don’t be so quick to assume things about your own situations. The future. That difficult problem you’re smack in the middle of and just can’t seem to overcome. We can worry about things all day — if we’ll pass that class or land that job — but our worries won’t get us anywhere. We don’t know the whole story yet. Honestly, this one is really hard for me. I have to remember that there’s a reason Jesus constantly tells us to stop worrying and just trust Him, all throughout the Bible. He is faithful. All we can really do is take it one day at a time.
So, stop assuming the worst about rude people, dramatic people, quiet people, loud people, that situation in your life you can’t stop worrying about, and that problem you just can’t seem to solve.
In the end, you never know.
It might just turn out to be a pineapple cake.