Some days God steps in and surprises the gigglies out of me. This Sunday was one of those days.
First, let me back up and fill you in on the week I had that led up to this promotion.
Last Saturday I drove late which meant I slept less than 6 hours before I went to church. A cup of coffee was enough to keep me alert for the sermon. Not that a Chuck Swindoll sermon needs much outside stimulation.
I turned down an early Monday morning driving option for two reasons. 1) I needed a 34 hour reset by federal law…so noon was my earliest start time available. 2) I had an important meeting at church that had absolutely nothing to do with foresaid promotion.
The meeting was to determine who would be awarded the Howard Hendricks Memorial Scholarship this year. Yeah, it is an honor to be included in anything Howard Hendricksish.
We had to pick which male graduating senior and a female counterpart would receive fifteen hundred bucks for college. The guys were relatively easy since there was only two who filled out an application. Six ladies took a bit longer to sort through.
They blacked out the names on the papers so we couldn’t guess who these folks were. They gave each of them a color for us to keep them straight.
The boys were red and blue. Did anybody think this through? Especially coming off the most contentious national election aver. Boy blue never stood a chance. My buddy Steve’s letter of recommendation helped a lot, too.
The ladies required a lot more attention…as they usually do. We whittled it down to two. I felt I contributed when the last words out of my mouth were, “Yellow has my vote.”
We put the required paperwork in the proper envelopes and packed up to go home.
Tuesday I finally got to work with the Apainter Paul again. He had an interior project the folks wanted done asap so they could put the house on the market ASAP.
Since I still owed Paul almost two full days of work to repay advances he gave me to pay May’s rent it worked out well all around.
Wednesday found me driving to San Antonio before sunrise for a 13 hour day.
Thursday I was back to painting for the Apainter again. We got enough done that he could finish it on Friday…cuz.
Before midnight Thursday I was off to LaLA. I’m guessing that since New Orleans uses the acronym NOLA then Lafayette, Louisiana goes by LaLA.
Even if I’m wrong I was praying I didn’t doze off to lala land while the wheels on the eighteen wheeler were going round and round down the interstate. My eyes were heavily suggesting that possibility was possible just before the only rest area along my route in Louisiana.
Since federal law required me to take a half hour break I lost consciousness with the wheels stopped. Which is a good thing.
A couple of hours later I was killing bugs in a motel room I used for more sleep. Even my boots were stored off the floor whilst there.
I drove home the last half of Friday to get the required time off to drive to Houston on Saturday.
Yes, for any mathematicians reading this that’s six days of work in five days. That’s the type of “it never rains but it pours” life I live these days.
I crawled into bed with a potential of six hours of sleep before corporate worship time. I think I slept about four of them. That’s what I get for trying to sleep at different hours of the day and night.
Pastor Chuck delivered another winner of a sermon during first service. Then I was off to C-119 to fulfill my role as the toddler whisperer…or so I thought.
I recognized some faces of kids and adults in the room when I stepped in. Mild chaos was in it’s regular place.
Then Everett was brought into the room. One of the women held him to try to settle his nerves. He squirmed out of her arms and ran around the table straight at me. Since both of his arms were held high I knew that meant one thing. I was his only best source of comfort in that room.
I picked him up as his momentum flung his body toward me. His head landed on my shoulder before his next sob.
We spent some time in a rocking chair while everyone else ate cookies at the table. Our cookies tasted just fine in that chair, thank you very much.
Everett felt at home after a few more minutes together so I consumed the chocolate cupcake that was brought in for me. I like me some perks, too.
Another boy had a meltdown after that so I picked him up only to have another fella want my attention.
With a boy in each arm Everett decided he needed more of me then, too. The only choice I had was to reach around each boy and lift my little buddy up with my hands.
That’s the moment I was promoted from the toddler whisperer to the toddler magnet.
When one of the ladies in the room saw me she offered to take one of my friends. I said, “No, I got this.”
We sauntered over to a rocking chair until. One by one, the tykes decided to go off and play.
I recognized what was happening there. I was being Jesus to those boys when they needed me most.
Have you ever felt like your prayer request is a nuisance to God?
You think He’s got His hands full with another shooting or war or disaster or whatever. He doesn’t have time for little old me.
Stop thinking that way. His arms are more then big enough to reach around every little thing happening in this puny world we live on to stop and give you the attention you want from Him.
Don’t ever hesitate to tell God what’s on your heart…no matter how small it might appear to you.
God adopted you into His family to spend all the time you need with Him.
Even when everything seems out of control, God will stop and give you His full attention as He says, “I got this.”
Fill your love tank with God every chance you get.
He’s got a lot more energy than this old truck driving toddler magnet will ever have.
Keep smiling. Wade