Phil: "Hey girl."
Me: "Hey! How are you?"
Phil: "Pretty good. I was just calling to see if we're still on for tomorrow."
Me: (frantically wracking my brain as to what tomorrow is while sprouting out gibberish) "Oh... um... yeah... uh... sure... um... that's not an issue... um, what's tomorrow?"
Phil: "Ann said you offered to watch Ethan in the morning... (slowly trailing off)"
Me: "OH! Yeah! I remember now!" (Making mental note to self not to make commitments to baby-sit without writing it on the calendar. That mental note was promptly followed by another mental note to first GET a 2008 calendar!)
So Friday morning I woke up and headed over to my brother's house, expecting to do a 2-hour babysitting stint. But after I got to his house at 10 AM, Ann said:
"Ok. I'm going to lunch in Reading (one hour away) and I should be back around 4. Call me if you need anything."
Something got lost in translation from my brother to me to Ann. What was supposed to be a couple hours of babysitting turned into an all-day thing, but I was glad for Ann's sake that she had an opportunity to get out and have some adult conversation because she needed it:o).
Since I missed that day of work, I just planned to go in on Saturday, but I didn't plan on getting home from a party after midnight (but it was fun...:D) so the next morning was a late start for me. I finally made it into the office after lunchtime and got ready to do some work. But the printers decided otherwise. They just refused to work for me! Finally I turned to the ye olde typewriter and typed out 30 labels to mail out the Bible Studies. Except I didn't have a lot of stamps left, so I couldn't finish that project. I then went to do a couple of hours' worth of collating and then finally went home -
- where another job awaited me! The bathroom needed a good cleaning so I began to spritz and spray and sweep. My dad had mentioned to me earlier that day that the dust just seemed to come from no where, so I was paying special attention to any dust bunnies floating around and soon found some tenaciously clinging to the back of the toilet. I grabbed a brush and started to gently (!) brush the dust away when the toilet began to spew water from the tank onto the floor. I stared at it for 20 seconds before realizing all my "oh no. Oh no!"-ing was NOT going to make it stop. So after calling my brother and hearing terms like "lubricate" and "blah, blah, blah":o), it finally stopped gushing out. I had to laugh at the irony of it all, and after put a "Don't use" sign on the toilet, I went to bed.
Sunday morning my mom came into my room and said, "Do you want to get ready for church?" It's been years since I've needed a wake-up call, so I was surprised I slept through my alarm but then figured it must've been because I changed the alarm tone on my cell phone. So after casually "waking up", I glanced at my clock and saw that the time was 9:31 AM. I couldn't believe I slept through Sunday School! AND that my mom asked me so casually about going to church:o).
So with that as my rushed, hurried, crazy weekend, I walked into church and just felt as if one thing after another had happened in the preceding days that were very frustrating. But the first song of the morning was "Are You Washed In The Blood?"
Have you been to Jesus For the clensing pow're?Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?Are you fully trusting In His grace this hour?Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Chorus: Are you washed in the blood,In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?Are your garments spotless, Are they white as snow?Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
After singing that song I thought, it doesn't matter how crazy life gets. I'm still washed in the blood of the Lamb and that's the important thing. I can get all bummed out because of life's little problems or I can just rejoice that I'm saved and on my way to Heaven, which is what I intend to do.:o)
But I think next time I'll get me a calendar before the new year starts:o).