You are as Valuable as the Orphan
This morning I woke at 4:45 to guzzle coffee before getting dressed. Then I woke 2 of my 4 boys and snuck out the door with them before 5:45. The older one admired the sun as it showed its gray edges over the horizon, and then he asked to listen to his favorite song. We didn’t talk about it, but we worshipped in the way we each knew how, our hearts in the dark with music. We were on a three-hour drive to see a new GI doctor in Little Rock for the baby who had fallen dramatically off the growth chart a year ago, the one who sang loud in the back in his own baby tongue.
My GPS told me I would arrive 5 minutes late, and valuing time, I called the office when I was about thirty minutes away to let them know I was coming (and from far away, at that). I had been driving for 2.5 hours, and when I called, they asked if I had my paperwork. I responded that I had never received papers to complete, and they promptly told me they wouldn’t have time for us since I wouldn’t have my paperwork ready. I bawled, pulled into Target, bought chocolate and a tank top, and then I sat down at Chikfila with a box of tater tots.
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