My daughters were flower girls in a wedding yesterday. Their job was to follow the bride everywhere, keep their satin dresses clean, and smile. I envisioned disaster the whole morning. I could just see my youngest stepping on the bride’s train and sending her flying on her face. I could just picture the oldest one stomping off in protest of having to stand still for the entire ceremony.
I became a controlling, negative mother as I worried about their performance. Those girls were going to ruin everything.
I imagined the worst. I really did.
But when the moment came, I turned and saw my girls walking perfectly down the aisle, casting rose petals left and right. When I saw them standing still and smiling for 30 minutes, and when I saw how they gazed at the bride and floated around her like little angels, I felt ashamed at my own lack of faith in them.
I’m a mom who imagines the worst instead of believing the best. Something changed in my heart yesterday. Instead of anticipating their failure, I learned to delight in those little girls. I want to believe the best from now on. Not just in parenting, but in marriage and in friendship. And what about my relationship with God? Do I believe the best instead of anticipating disaster?
Living with flair means believing the best about people.
Journal: Who needs you to believe the best about him or her?