I enjoyed the people in the next apartment very much. We had shared many good times--picnics, hikes, and more but with this loud music blasting against my wall, I felt I needed to say something. I began to mentally practice my speech to them as I reached for the phone.

"Hi, Sam. Say, do you think you could turn that music down a little? Appreciate it." No matter how I worded it in my mind, it just didn't feel right. I knew that if I waited, though, the problem would eventually go away so I resolved to endure it.

I began to listen intently. Something sounded familiar. What was it? I put my ear against the wall and suddenly realized, to my utter amazement, they were blasting a tape of my original music that I had given them many weeks ago. I was being attacked by my own music! I laughed out loud and my perception changed immediately. I no longer desired to call them and complain. Indeed, the music sounded pretty good. And, of course, how could I question their taste?

Dear Lord, You are my Almighty God. You are the Judge of all things. So often I am wrong about what I thought was happening, Lord. More than just this time, I have jumped to conclusions that were condemning when your children (or, at least, potential children) were innocent. Lord, please help me back off from judgment altogether. My full submission to You will help me get out of the loop. It's You, oh Lord, it's You. It truly is none of my business how you judge, Lord. Often when I am disturbed it could me rattling the wall. It very well could be my tape that humanity plays that is disturbing me. I am not qualified to judge what is happening. I praise You, Lord, and ask always for Your clarification of what is happening. I desire to know Your answers, not mine.

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