Letters from Dell
Just One of Those Days?
I knew this was going to be "one of those days" when I became reasonably coherent this morning (around 7:25) after having slept with an ice pack on my wrist and hand and awaking to a back so stiff I could hardly turn over and the remembrance that I was supposed to be at the school at 8:00am. UGH!!! I knew it was going to be "one of those days" when the boys were outside in the rain digging for bugs instead of getting ready for school. I knew it was going to be "one of those days" when Issie spit up (the second time) with the force of a volcano. It went all over him, the seat, the tray, the floor, all the way to the other end of the table and on to me, my slippers, and my dress. Mega yuck!!!
As we all loaded up into the van, I gave the final instructions for the boys to inform the teacher that I would not be out with Issie because he still was not doing too well. We managed to make it to the school without incident. Issie and I arrived home without incident. He even stayed wrapped in the towel I put around him. I pulled into the garage and there we sat. For some unknown reason, I was captivated by the view of the rain in the side mirror. Then I slumped down for a nap. When I awoke, I went back to staring at the rain in the mirror. I kept asking myself: "Why am I sitting here in the van?" Then I answered myself: "Because it's going to be one of those days." About 20 minutes or so later, I woke up enough to go into the house. Issie followed me around everywhere I went! He was worst then my shadow! A good light, carefully placed, will remove or at least diminished a shadow. Nothing was getting rid of Issie. My hand was beginning to hurt more. My foot hurt. My whole body groaned and signed: "It's going to be one of those days!!"
It's funny how even in the midst of what seems to be the making of a REALLY yuck day, the Lord steps in with steady streams of sunlight (or should I say SONlight). The Holy Spirit kept bringing to my remembrance the song I sang the day before -- "It's Been a Mighty Good Day." It's going to be a good day because the Lord is leading me to write. He's showing me how to take this "one of those days" day and use it to the glory of God and make it "A Mighty Good Day." I'm giving this day to God. I'm going to offer up this day to Him for Him to do whatever HE wills to be done. "Lord, what would you have me to do with the rest of YOUR day?" Let's face it, any day we offer up to God is automatically a mighty good day. Anytime we survive a crazy morning, it's a good day.
I'm writing about this day in hopes that someone else, who might be in the midst of a crazy day, can begin to see a ray of light. I want to encourage you to understand that not only does the tunnel have an end, but there are blessings all along the way. As women, we need to share more of how God blesses us. We need to share more about those common placed events that sometime overwhelm us. It seems as though we're all alone, but be assured, there're countless others going through the same morning and we'll all get through it as soon as we turn it over to God. Remember, it doesn't have to be "one of those day," give it over to God and I know He'll make it a mighty good day.
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