How Can Friday Possibly Be a Bad Day?

Start with the fact that I have a mysterious pain in my foot. (I say “pain” like it’s no big thing, but truthfully, I can hardly walk. There are no apparent signs of injury. There might be a little swelling, but nothing dramatic. It hurts like gout – but doesn’t exhibit the telltale signs: swelling, redness, and it’s not in a joint.) While Dave was working last night – I fell asleep in my chair, and didn’t get ready for bed until after midnight. By that time, the pain was excessive, so I took some Tylenol PM. That was my first mistake. Normally, I need to take it early enough to have at least eight hours of sleep. I would only get about five hours, and it isn’t enough to “sleep off” the medication.

Then I slept completely through my alarm this morning, waking up only when my husband says, “It’s twenty after six; are you going to work?” I’m supposed to BE at the vanpool stop at 6:25. There is no way that I’m going to make it. I fly around – trying to get ready in a great big hurry. Someone texts me from the vanpool, to see if I’m riding. I tell them I might make the second stop – but in my heart, I know I won’t. I grab my lunch, but don’t remember that I didn’t finish fixing it until I get to work. (I always try to make it before I go to bed – which makes my mornings much less dramatic. So of course, the one day that I needed it in a hurry, I didn’t have it done! Sigh!)

I didn’t get my morning cup of coffee, reasoning that I would have time for that AFTER I got to work. I was out of the door in nine minutes – a new personal record, I might add – but it was not fast enough to catch the vanpool – at either stop. So my poor, long-suffering husband had to drive me all the way in to work. That worried me because he is lacking sleep from closing at the pizza place. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to do anything until 4:00 this afternoon, but the drive home from my work by himself on little sleep isn’t a good thing. He just called me to say he made it. Double sigh!

I put my makeup on in the car, to save time – and I poked myself in the eye with the mascara wand. My hair was sticking up in every direction this morning (it can’t just BEHAVE when I’m in a big hurry???) – so I wet it down, but didn’t take the time to blow it dry. I have no idea what it looks like now. I didn’t even weigh this morning, which is very rare for me. Triple sigh!

And yet, in the midst of everything, I know that God is sitting on His throne, and He is in control.

“I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33, NIV)