A Day Like No Other

I wrote a blog for today a couple of days ago. I recently wrote about Sandra Felton and Marsha Sims book, Organize Your Day: Time Management Techniques That Will Work for You, published by Revell Books, Grand Rapids, MI and copyrighted in 2009. The problem is, when I went to write this one I realized that I never posted the “Organize Your Day” blog.

My husband and I recently returned from a vacation and while he watched football, I pulled out my computer and wrote a blog post. My son is an IT guy, so I texted him and asked if he ever used the internet at a public place on his private computer and he said, “No.”

He’s probably got more security safeguards on his than I do on mine, so I saved the blog. Out of sight, out of mind, as the old cliché goes.

I plan to post the article about the book tomorrow, but for tonight I just want to say, I decided to take Sandra Felton and Marsha Sims up on the idea to keep a running tally of how I use my time for a week in half hour increments, and it is eye opening.

I knew I was going to rest after a full two weeks of being gone because we kept irregular hours and I caught a cold, plus I got up early to prepare for Bible study this morning. I wanted to join my husband as he entered his office today because his secretary called me while we were away to ask for his favorite paint color. They wanted to freshen his office for him and re-decorate a bit. I was sworn to secrecy. I wanted to see his reaction because even though he’s low key, I knew he’d appreciate the effort they went to and he’d surely like an office in his favorite color.

He kidded one of the board members, “I need sunglasses in there now.”

The previous pastor chose a darker wallpaper with lots of trees on it. They chose a color just a bit darker than a pastel.

So, we celebrated our return with a lunch date at a new restaurant in town and then his secretary called to tell us that when our church had a number of police around it today, as we studied God’s Word oblivious to our surroundings, they were making plans to re-capture an escaped convict. Apparently, he’d been seen in the vicinity of our building. She asked how long our doors had been unlocked and was there any chance he could be hiding somewhere inside. I told her we would have heard him. She wasn’t so sure. We had talked, read out loud, laughed, reminisced, and then prayed. I told her all the places I’d been, looking for supplies and even for a can of paint in a storage room out of the way, before and after the study.

The next time I called her after taking a moment to consider, I thought maybe she should leave if she felt nervous. When she didn’t answer, I thought, Ah, she’s gone, good.

I texted her about leaving and she texted back: “I’m at the dentist and I won’t return until tonight’s Bible study.”

I went home to have some time with God and to do light housekeeping since I chose to rest. Occasionally, I called my husband to see if there was any news. “None that I know of,” he responded.

I’m praying the convict gets returned behind bars. It makes me wonder how he happened to escape and to hope he’s not a violent offender. I’ve been praying he’ll get saved if he’s not already, and that he won’t hurt anyone. I love the fact that God stays with us, no matter what we go through. It occurs to me that if I’m that curious, I could search the news to see if there’s any change in the situation.

I hope you had a nice day, one in which you didn’t hear of escaped convicts possibly hiding right nearby. I expect to share a little about our vacation, but I never know what a day will bring.

God bless you!

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