Some days have more hours in them than others.
I don't mean that we get more hours in our day to accomplish things by being super-organized or having uber-reponsible, self-motivated kids. I'm talking about when life seems to throw more at you in ONE day than 24 hours should hold.
Well, this was a WEEK that had more DAYS in it than it should. Boy, am I ready to "wrap it up!"
Let's start with:
Monday
Monday
Just as I was finishing a devotional at Proverbs 31 Ministries and feeling refreshed and in control (God's so funny), Father R, who is on his way to a job interview, calls.
He's wrecked the car.
He is almost an hour away and needs to be rescued. At least we are organized enough (today) that we can grab the school books, we have a full tank of gas (today), and we have nothing on the calendar like, oh.. I don't know...a three hour ortho appointment.
He's wrecked the car.
He is almost an hour away and needs to be rescued. At least we are organized enough (today) that we can grab the school books, we have a full tank of gas (today), and we have nothing on the calendar like, oh.. I don't know...a three hour ortho appointment.
Pick him up. Drive to the repair shop. Woah! Looked like a car ER ward. And some were pronounced DOA!
Then he says, non-chalantly, "I found a message from your Dad. Probably has a tax question. I'll call him while you entertain yourself in the only Container Store in the state of Maryland." (I guess the company has found an inordinate number of hopeless hoarders here and pretty much given up. )
Loaded down with new plastic stuff, I return to the car. My mom must Go Directly to the Emergency Room, Do Not Pass Through The Doctor's Office. We are not exactly comforted that they need to keep her overnight.
Tuesday. Still no satisfaction for the doctors, but it's looking like the prelude to a heart attack. Another night in the hospital.
At dinner, Father R gets the anticipated insurance call to tell him how much they'll cover for the repairs. "Surprise! Your car is totaled!"
Mom gets the green light and we, rather than my dad, have chosen to be the taxi home tomorrow.
It is my sweet, thoughtful little girl with the light-bulb moment that suggests making some meals for her. (I've only been making meals for the needy at my church for twenty years, but I didn't think of it myself.)
Wednesday
So we pull some off the freezer shelf and create some more with less than 24 hours notice, thanks to the wonderful pre-planning provided by 5Dinners-in-1Hour.com. We make three fresh loaves of bread in the machine. We get them together just in time to pick her up at discharge time. We spend the rest of that afternoon cleaning out her frig and settling her down. Then the hour-and-a-half drive through rush hour home.
Thursday
My hubster quits his job.
Friday
TGIF
It is at this point that I want to say: Hooray for a few textbooks, and some co-op classes (did I mention that I teach two days?) to keep the week from being a total loss school-wise.
But I also want to say, in the middle of all the chaos, that God--not me--WAS in control. Father R wasn't hurt, Mom didn't die, we'll get enough value for the car to go a long way toward a replacement, and Father got the job. Most importantly, we were blessed to be a blessing, and Mei was a part of that.
You can always find something to be thankful for even if you have to be thankful for an awful lot in one day. Or week.
Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.
James 1:1-3. The MessageGot a TGIF story? Tell Mother All About It!
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