Yesterday, I woke up early to finish my Bible study, get all dressed up, make breakfast, and get the boys ready and fed so we could make it to Bible Study by 9 AM. We loaded into the van. Everyone had a sippy cup and a blanky. I had a full bottle of water and my bag packed. I was so proud. Open garage. Sun pours in. Aaah! Out of the house we go! Keys in the ignition and turning … turn again … again … hello van? Come on Vanny-poo!
Van: [not even a cough]
Isaac: Let’s go, Mama!
Mama: [got nothin]
Isaac: My friends are waiting for me!
Mama: [only squirting tears]
Isaac: [also squirting tears]
What disappointment. At that point, I unintentionally decided to have a bad day. After 10 minutes of disbelief, we went inside. I sat down at the computer and after a minute, Isaac came to me with a kiss, which made me change my mind about my day. Kisses are good for that. I think we should all give more of them. You know the holy, clean, pucker kind.
He asked me if I would like to play outside with him, and I said okay. I had no plans. He, Jude, the dog, and I played chase for so long that I had to stop to catch my breath. I’m not used to exercise. I love how sometimes disappointment can turn into obvious appointment.
Even though the rest of the day had sticky all over it, I know it was supposed to be how it went.
I have to say that I met this morning with the world’s three most awesome girls of all time. We got to share our stories, and it’s amazing how God brought together four women who care about and struggle with the same things. Our meeting feels to have fit me with energy and strength. Meeting with the body is (should be) like that, an address of The State of the Union – casting vision, confessing deficits in trust, and even discussing Homeland security. (I’ve said it before: I am a virtual cheese-ball factory!) Anyway, it is worth every second that we purpose to encourage each other.
No kidding — Jude (my 19 month old) just pooped in the potty! It’s my blog, and I would like to write about poop if I want to – I mean, if that’s okay with you. I did, however, take a picture (half a roll of toilet paper bannered in the floor) that for mercy’s sake, I will not post.