When The Day Doesn’t Go as Planned, Stay In It!
I opened my eyes early this morning anticipating the mid-morning coffee meeting with someone I’d met online. That sounds a little weird, I know, but she and I have exchanged messages for months and shared bits and pieces of our lives as Christian women, wives, and mothers. Most recently our conversations have been about homeschooling. She has a daughter in college and a son whom she began homeschooling last year. Since we only live a little over an hour from each other, we decided to meet in person and get to know each other better.
I arrived at the coffee shop before her so I ordered my favorite hot beverage, cafe au lait. The table near the door was perfect for our meeting so I laid my bag there and then made my way to the restroom. About 20 women were gathered in a circle in the back of the shop, drinking coffee and sharing one by one. As I passed by them on my way to and from the bathroom, several of them smiled and waved as if they knew me. It seemed odd and I felt a little awkward but I smiled and waved back. This coffee shop isn’t in my town and I didn’t know any of those women but even now, almost 12 hours later, I’m smiling as I remember how kind and welcoming it felt even though I wasn’t part of their group. I haven’t always felt that way about groups of women. I left there inspired to smile and wave more, even to strangers. Our world needs that, don’t you think?
Our 14-year homeschooling journey ended last year when our youngest graduated, but I’m thankful for the opportunity to share what I learned and encourage another homeschooling mom. I still remember the angst I felt about the decision, the fears that I might be doing it all wrong, and the questions and criticism I received from those who offered opinions with no experience. In spite of it all, I can look back now and see how God was faithful to guide us every step of the way and provide many encouragers and cheerleaders to shine the light on hard days. I hope I paid it forward today.
During our coffee talk, I received a text from my husband that he was being driven by a co-worker to the ER. I left ASAP to meet him there. Thankfully, tests, bloodwork, X-rays, and an EKG proved it to be nothing serious. The ER is an interesting place. I felt sad for those who were very sick and in obvious pain and for loved ones anxiously waiting on a report. One dear lady played music out loud on her phone— Southern gospel—and sang along. I wished more than once she’d use earbuds. But I couldn’t help think that maybe someone in the room needed to hear the gospel, even with a twang.
We were there for several hours. “This is not the day I had planned,” I thought more than once. Sometimes I’m still surprised at how selfish I can be. I left thankful for good doctors, nurses, healthcare, and a healthy loved one.
A phone call I received let me know that the passport application and photo were done. A text I received let me know that a friend had been faithful to pray per yesterday’s request. Of course, that was before I knew that the day would not go as planned. Isn’t God good? He provides even before we know we have a need.
What’s for supper? As much as I love being a homemaker, sometimes I grow weary of that question. Tonight it had not been asked yet but as I surveyed the pantry inventory in my mind driving home, I knew a quick trip to the store was necessary. Even though I’m not a huge fan of spaghetti and meatballs, tonight’s semi-homemade version might be the best I’ve ever had. A store-bought jar of marinara and frozen, precooked meatballs were a comforting ending to the day that didn’t go as planned.
How was your Monday?
Staying with it—that’s what God requires. Stay with it to the end. You won’t be sorry, and you’ll be saved. All during this time, the good news—the Message of the kingdom—will be preached all over the world, a witness staked out in every country. And then the end will come. Matthew 24:13-14 The Message