As this last week has gone by, I have been a little discouraged that I haven't gotten more accomplished for my connect group tomorrow night. Then I started thinking...
In the days before my first connect group session, I was wisely warned to be prepared, because if it could happen on that Friday, it would. And, it did. Jess got really sick, high fever, cranky, the works. I forgot some items (more than once did I turn around and go back...), and was late to the meeting. It went off beautifully, and because I was prepared, none of it mattered.
So, the last time, it poured. Rained cats and dogs, and a little water, too. And, I got a flat tire. Twice. Yup. Great, huh? Sadly, I wasn't as prepared for obstacles. It all worked just fine, just not totally prepared. But, I was on time, a little nervous, and it went great. God spoke some incredible-ness into some amazing women.
So, this time? Yeah, the obstacles have gotten substantially larger, and I fear they just might win. Where do I start? An incredibly difficult class and large papers to write started my week. Moving on to cranky kids and lack of sleep mixed together. Add to that 6 kids on my own. A job interview. An early morning wake-up call (like 6am early, three times in a row, I seriously thought there was an emergency!). A broken water heater. A flooded garage and entry way. At 9 o'clock at night. A broken glass that flew everywhere, immediately following the clean up and taking care of water heater. Cleaning up said glass three times. Jessie finding a missed piece with her foot 24 hours later. Sitting in urgent care for 3 hours while they dug it out. And, finally, dealing with a sad little girl, because her toe still hurts. A thousand, is what she told me. I assume since she loves me two thousand, it hurts bad.
And, even if I fly by the seat of my pants, you can bet I am gonna bring whatever God gives me tomorrow. And come August 10 (the next meet), I think I am going to walk around in bubble wrap, light no candles, and pretend I live in a giant bubble so nothing goes wrong. A little concerned, but know nothing is going to stop me.
That said, Jess is asleep, the storms have passed, and I am going to bed. I am worn out.