I rarely assume that the future will bring puppies (I've been pleading with Dave for years now) or rainbows (although rain is always assumed). Rather, I'm certain that whatever idiocy I've concocted will bring the sky crashing down around my ears. This usually involves my mouth getting thirty yards ahead of my brain. (I used to know a miniature dachshund who was hugely incontinent when overexcited. He was the best metaphor I can give you for my speech proclivities.)
Over the summer, I started a Negative Prediction Notebook. It looks like this:
This is partly because I buy more perfect tiny notebooks than I know what to do with, but mostly because over time, it's useful to me to see that I'm wrong a lot. Absolutely, I say and do stupid things, but the earth doesn't start spinning in the opposite direction when that happens.
My little book is a useful technique, but my ongoing prayer is that I need it less. I'm praying that I grow to rest in grace a bit better than I do now. It's important to me to have high standards, but I want to learn that I often get more than one chance to meet those standards. Sometimes, it's better not to believe I know everything.
Are you praying to know more this week, or to "know" less? Let me know, and I'll be praying with you.