Having just recently watched The Princess Bride again, this quote came to mind today.
When I was young, I developed this hilarious theory that if I wanted something badly enough, I would get it. My belief in this ludicrous premise was strengthened by the fact that it often seemed to hold true. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I must have been so obnoxious in pursuit of my desires that my parents gave in out of exasperation!
When I grew into my teens, I had matured to the point where I believed prayer could help get me what I wanted, so I would pray fervently that God would supply me with whatever it was, whether being allowed to attend a specific event or a good result on a test—but I still believed there was some kind of magic that translated my deepest desires into reality. And of course God is not a genie who simply grants wishes.
In reality, if this puerile belief had any validity, we’d all be rich and radiantly happy and also gorgeous, right? And I personally would have been living in Africa for the last twenty-five years and also have become a bestselling novelist.
Still, I am immature enough to feel rather sorry for myself when something I deeply desire is denied me. There is still that inner child hoping desperately that if I just want it badly enough, I will somehow get it. Instead, I find I must get used to disappointment—over and over and over. It never gets easier, does it?
Maybe it would be easier to take if at some point we could look back and say, “Oh, now I get it. God didn’t let me have that thing I wanted because it would have kept me from experiencing something even better.” However, I have not found that to be true very often. Many of my biggest disappointments remain meaningless in terms of long-term outcome, and sometimes the grief comes back when I least expect it.
So . . . yeah. Right now I’m facing two separate disappointments, and it may take me a few days or longer to reach a place of acceptance.