Perfect little scenes.... When do those happen?!

Wow-It's been awhile! Clearly the summer and fall kept us busy. The girls started preschool, Caleb is quite my little helper, Josh is working long hours. Oh, and we are forever in our house(I waiver between being content with my home situation and desperately wanting to move on a daily basis). We are still seeking to figure out why God has us here.
Yesterday the neighbors stopped by to borrow our car jack. They couldn't make it work so they asked Josh to come over and do it when he finally got home. Come to find out they had the wrong size spare so Josh loaned them his and then put it on for them. Earlier that day I had made a double batch of Irish potato soup so I could freeze half for a meal for later use on our crazy, hectic days. I was quite proud of myself for planning ahead. When Josh was over there, I told him to invite them over for dinner (hoping for another opportunity to build relationships). The adults already ate but the kids hadn't and said they would probably come. Imagine my surprise when the oldest boy shows up with a giant bowl to take all my soup and then just leaves! Oh well!
 Now- the story sounds all gracious and giving, but the truth is that it was hard for me invite them over in the first place. It is hard not to be selfish. I made the soup for a freezer meals for my crazy days and now I have no freezer meal. It was hard to lend them our jack and tire (they aren't the best at returning things). It was especially hard to have them just take my soup and not even come over and eat with us- ugh! Even as I admit these things were hard, I roll my eyes at myself and how tightly I so often hang onto things. Sometimes I have to laugh- in my mind I come up with fancy, perfect little scenes of how God is going to use us in this neighborhood, and instead I'm continually reminded that God works in messy, unconventional ways that don't fit my ideal! Lesson learned. I just have to trust the meal I intended for my family is better used feeding another's.