Yesterday was my day of one thousand tides.
It was a lovely, calm start to the day. I felt good.
Then, I looked at my calendar. Panic. One of the kids started school… TODAY! And I had nothing ready.
I calmed down. Then I looked at the condition of my house. Our base of operation was an organizational nightmare. I panicked.
I got my cleaning crew busy and we cleaned out everything from art supplies and old shoes to the junk drawer. I was good.
I was feeling so good I decided to load up the kids and get school supplies. Supply trip successful!
I got home. Looked at the clock. Panic again. I had to feed kids (in my freshly cleaned kitchen) get one down for a nap then get other kids to where they needed to be all in about thirty minutes.
I scurried as fast as my robust pregnant body could carry me. I got it all together. Relief.
Now I was ready to head to my prayer meeting at school. But my husband had my flyers that I made to hand out. He’d be home on time, right? No. Not many thing trigger my “freak outs” like being late. I had to really fight the freak out.
I met him out on the high way, got my flyers and got to my prayer meeting pretty close to on time.
I was blessed by a Spirit-filled time of prayer. Sincere offerings were made to God. Tears were shed. Hugs were shared. We walked into the room with triumphs and tragedies and we laid them all down to Jesus. I was great.
I had another meeting to get to, in another town. Guess what? I was late. But I got there. What I thought had the potential to be rocky was pretty uneventful. Until we were asked to stay after and a major bomb was dropped, like change the future of your family kind of bomb. I centered myself and prepared myself for the blast.
Still reverberating from the shock waves, I got on the road to collect children. It was past dinner time. One kid was sick. Panic was pressing in.
I got home and had another bomb dropped. Panic bubbled over the edge.
There were several more ebbs and flows before I finally turned out the lights at 1:15am.
As I closed the day and reflected on all the ups and downs and all the unexpected turns, one thing came to mind. My faith was being tested. My patience was being refined. And a perfect work was being complete.
