Population Me.

This morning I woke up and decided today was going to be a good day. I woke up and got ready and I thought I looked pretty cute (conceited, I know :P) and I was having coffee with my mentor. And I LOVE coffee! I mean- sounds like a pretty great start to a day, right? I thought so. So, anyway, coffee went well and I had a very good discussion.
And then we were driving to school and I looked at the time and I hated that I knew I was going to be late. And even though it was neither of our faults I was angry that I was going to be late. And then I recieved a phone call from my father yelling at me for something that I also had no control over. My mood went from GREAT to CRAP! in a matter of seconds. Because I was A. Going to be late. B. Got yelled at. Both of which didn't have to have an effect on the rest of my day or on the people I would encounter. But the reality is, it did (until I decided to change that). So I got to school and walked into my government class about 3 minutes late. That's not much, but it is to someone who loves having control. I sat down and the boy behind me, who has never bothered me before suddenly drove me insane. He was commenting on everything, but couldn't to seem to let other people talk. I had just about had it and I, being the blunt person I tend to be, turned around and yelled at him. For being him. That's what he does, he talks. It's how things make sense to him, but I didn't think about that. I thought about me.
Nowww... Rewind. Back to this morning. To the happy Marina. I was listening to music while making myself look cute. And a song came on that I've herd a GAZZILION times. The lyrics go something like "in my own little world of population- me...(so on)" Population me.
While sitting in class I realized how rude yelling at this boy was. But I mean, who cares? Everyone's rude sometimes, right? Well. I care. I let what had happened in my life control how I treated others. I didn't care how he felt, or what he had to say, or give him a chance to defend himself. No. I was in my own little world of population me. Not me and him. Or me and her. Or even me and God. Me.
How are we supposed to share the love of Christ with others if we only think about us? That doesn't really seem to work to me.
So I left Government and went to spanish and I thought about what I just did. And I realized what a rude, selfish thing that was. What are we supposed to do when we no nothing else to do? Pray. So I sat there, ignoring the spanish notes (that i'll probably need sometime soon) and I prayed. Not for me, but for that boy that I had shared my anger with. And I prayed that he would know that I was sorry.
I went on with my day, as my mood got better and better. I was going to the bathroom in math and I saw this boy who sits behind me in government and he approached me. I thought he was going to call me a mean name or something. But no. He apologized. He. Apologized. To me. WHAT??????????!!!! He didn't do anything, I was the rude one. He said he was sorry for not being respectful of people around him. And he's sorry for bothering me. That doesn't make any sense to me. But I think that was God's way of answering my prayers from earlier.
Today I learned that God works thorough everyone. Mostly in people who don't even believe in Him. And that's crazy to think about. But it's true.

So next time something bad happens, or someone makes you angry. Don't live in a world with population you. Live in a world with population- others. And things are sure to turn out. :) It's a promise from the man up-stairs. :)