We've all been there. I venture to say it's one of the worst feelings in the world.
I recently experienced a disappointment that, while in the grand scheme of life is not that big of deal, at that moment it felt like a smack in the face. It's what I imagine this moment felt like for McKayla Maroney.
Ok, so my disappointment wasn't exactly Olympics scale - I might be being a tad dramatic with that comparison.
But still. Imagine how this girl must've felt. Years and years of INTENSE training...talk in the media of how the gold was her's...the best scores in almost every competion - and then, she goes out there and the next thing she knows she has landed smack on her butt. In front of millions of people....there was McKayla Maroney - "the best vaulter in the world" - flat on her rear.
I loved watching the look on her face when she walked off the floor. There was very little emotion happening. She didn't cry or scream or anything. She simply stared. It was like in her mind she was replaying the vault over and over and could not believe what had just happened.
My disappointing news came via a text message - one that I stared at and kept reading and rereading hoping maybe I'd read it incorrectly. Like I said, it really isn't a big deal. It's not life altering or all that important. But it was just really unexpected. (And yes, it was love life related. And yes, that's all I'm saying)
Disappointments happen in life. It's how we choose to deal with them that defines us. McKayla Maroney could've stormed off the floor. When she was interviewed, she could've told reporters that everyone knew she's really the best one and deserved a gold. But she didn't - she said "I didn't deserve to win gold if I landed on my butt."
In my own current diasppointment, it'd be easy for me to say "I've been praying fervently for this for months. I've prayed specifically that God would close the door over and over for months. God just answered a specific prayer I'd had in a positive way, to turn the next day and give me this?"
But that's not how it works. Just because I prayed about it for months doesn't mean I deserve it.
I don't really have a magic way to stop feeling disappointed, because I'm still in that place. But, I do know that there's a lot in this life to be thankful for...like friends who console you with ice cream and the promise that God works all things out for good.