Life’s too short to not listen
Stubborn. It’s the word we walk around slinging at each other, but it never applies to us…right? Hi, my name is Lindsey Snyder, I’m 19 years old, and stubborn is my middle name.
My parents have binders of blackmail from my stubborn childhood years, just waiting for the day when I finally bring a boy home. They can’t wait to dish out on me, and I will faithfully be supporting the Western Family brand of brown paper sacks.
I was blessed with one biological sister. God knew she was so good I wouldn’t need any others. We’re quite the opposites, the two of us. She’s tall, blonde, tan, and has the patience of Job. I am short, very much white, brown-haired, and just a little bit stubborn. Between the two of us, we had some pretty great adventures.
She’s four years older than me, so naturally we fought like cats and dogs. We always stopped just before imminent death, either by injury or our parents.:)
One of the favorite stories to tell is how she’d get me boiling mad (or vice versa….yes I’ll own up to some of the credit), and I’d go charging at her ready to kill. I was so short, and she had such long arms all she had to do was put her hand on my forehead to hold me at bay. Can you picture it? It’s really quite funny when you do. My sister, standing there just out of harms way. While I was swinging my arms around like a mad-man. Do you think that stopped me? No. I’d do it over and over again, determined one of those times I was going to break through and get her. I rarely did. Like I said, I’ve always been particularly stubborn. It usually ended in tears of frustration, and a serious intervention from my dad.
She’s still just as tall and I’m still just as stubborn, but we’ve learned to get around it. I don’t pester her quite as much anymore, and therefore we have hardly any fights. It’s great. After 15 years we finally got the hang of it.
Coming home for the holidays, I’ve been reminded of some, fond you could say, memories from the past. I grew-up on a small farm. My sister would help my mom inside while I would trail after my dad like a shadow all day. I’ll never forget when I turned sixteen and he let me start pulling the trailer. At first my confidence was waning, but like any sixteen-year-old I soon thought I ruled the world.
One day, we were getting ready to load a few steers and take them down to get a weight at the Co-Op. I hopped in the truck, backed up to the trailer (successfully on the first try might I add), and wheeled out of the driveway. I hadn’t been driving very long, or pulling a trailer either. But, my dad finally trusted me to pull it through the field and line it up so we could load. I was so excited, and nervous. I waited on the edge of the highway, the coast was clear and I pulled out and headed for the gate. My dad stood holding the gate open, and hollering “make sure ya swing wide”. I heard him, and nodded thinking “yeah yeah, I know. You’ve told me a million times. Swing wide.” I turned the wheel to what I thought was swinging wide, the trailer followed. I could see my dad’s eyes widen as I spun into the gate opening, trailer in tow. The truck made it through okay, but the trailer was a different story.
I was feeling pretty confident, and was just about to smile when cccraaaccckkkk. I slammed on the brakes and my stomach dropped. My eyes went to the side mirror and I saw in fact that while the truck made it through just fine, I didn’t quite swing wide enough for the trailer to make it through. The back corner of the trailer had indeed connected with the corner post of the gate opening and cracked the post in half. If there was ever a time I was sure I was going to die, that was it.
The truck, trailer, and steers standing in the field weren’t cheap. In fact, I was certain they were worth much more than my own life. But, my dad proves to be a patient man and the situation was turned into a teaching moment.
Reflecting back now I can’t help but laugh, a lot. Boy did I have great parents. If only I hadn’t been so stubborn, thinking I knew it all, and just swung a little wider? From my point of view, I was doing just fine. My dad, standing farther back, could see that I was a little off target.
The same things happens in life. I know I get stubborn, a lot. I get so wrapped up in the worldly things I forget to look at the bigger picture. I think I have it all figured out and I go my own way. God, however, sees a different perspective. My own focus is so narrow sometimes I forget to look ahead. Thankfully, I have a father in heaven who helps me steer the course. Even when I ignore him, and still stubbornly go my own way, he’s always there with waiting arms when I need him.
I’m so grateful I have God in my life, I honestly don’t know where I would be with-out his love and guidance.
“Cling to the church. If you will do so it will become as an anchor in the midst of a stormy sea. It will be a light to your lives and a foundation upon which to build them.” Gordon B. Hinckley