My kids love the book series, “A Series of Unfortunate Events“. I had one of those days recently that just began a series of unfortunate events, amidst some good times, too. I had an early appointment; i.e. a long coffee chat with a friend at Art and Joe’s, and that was a wonderful time. Then I got home in time to throw in some laundry, grab lunch, spiff up the house and settle down into a prayer date with another friend who came over. We spent a couple hours together and after she left, I was in BAD need of a nap. Have you ever felt like there is no other option? I completely empathize with toddlers who can fall asleep with all kinds of activity around them. That is completely where I was, and exactly what I did. Our driveway alarm has days of getting overzealous and loudly alarming us every time a car goes down our busy highway. Then the Bostons start barking. Today was one of those days. Did it wake me? Yes. Probably a half dozen or more times. I kept dreaming I should go shut it off, but then kept going back to sleep. Just…too…tired.
After waking one more time to the loud alarm and dogs barking, I decided to resume my day like a normal adult, though by now it was 5:00 p.m. I went to the kitchen to begin dinner preparations with the small package of salmon I had thawed that morning and absentmindedly wondered when the 10th of the month would fall, because I knew I was due to have a meal to a mom in our church with new twin babies on that day. I had acquired all the ingredients well in advance to make a chicken enchilada casserole for her. I glanced at the date on my phone and was shocked to realize it was today and the meal was due to her home in exactly one hour!
Determined, to conquer a day that was quickly seeming out of my control, I did the only thing I could think of to salvage the situation and ordered the Casey’s Pizza special, which happened to be Taco Pizza. Scratch the salmon. Hubby will be thrilled with a pizza splurge, anyway. Meantime, I threw together a garden salad, and grabbed some of the home made butterfingers my teen daughter had made the other day and froze. Voilà. Sides ready and pizza nearly ready for pickup. Amazingly, I had money in my account, which is usually down to nearly zero, so I could splurge on pizzas with my debit card.
I would have just enough time to pick up the pizzas, shove a couple pieces down, have my daughter meet me to run the meal out and see the babies, send open pizza box back home with her for my family, while I went on to community choir practice, which was 7-9pm. Feeling satisfied that I had rescued a spiraling day, my daughter and I made the meal drop off (well…a few minutes late due to an odd house number situation), enjoyed a short visit with tired parents (who were grateful for pizza), and I headed off to choir, without the work pages done because the printer wouldn’t work today. But, the songs and fellowship were fun and worship is always like a medicine to me.
However, I forgot my pencil that had been supplied in our notebooks. Still being in the “learn and mark the music” phase, I had to constantly take turns using the pencil of a friend sitting next to me, until she kindly found one for me during the break. Thankfully, she was happy to help and was familiar with where to find things since it was her own church hosting us. I still was feeling hopelessly scatter brained.
Despite all the setbacks, I headed home satisfied that my husband would have enjoyed his pizza and we would watch one of our favorite shows to unwind and head to bed. He did not tell me until the next day that he had not eaten any of the pizza because he hates Taco Pizza. Oh, yeah, I knew that. Why can’t I remember things that matter to others?
The next day I got an email saying my eagerly anticipated card order from “Heart Connection Club” had been canceled because of a payment problem. Ergh! THAT’s why I had money in my account. Oh well, it went for a better purpose.
Then I discovered the washing machine had something wrong with it and was leaking all over the floor. Meantime, my husband and I were on the second or third day of some sort of tension that I didn’t even get (he would probably say the same thing). Some days are just good to remind us that there are better days. Ann Voskamp said in her devotional, “Music is made in stress…As the string bends, as the string arches in stress and then releases, it vibrates – and there is the offering…The resonance is in the surrender.” Sometimes the surrender is in trusting God to give and cause grace to flow down and cover all our mistakes. There are some things we can’t fix. We just have to trust God! And there IS grace. But I did take the chicken enchilada meal a couple days later.
And my husband and I enjoyed an evening of flowing grace and starting fresh.
How has grace covered you lately?