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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Noises

I planned to blog earlier tonight, but my computer informed me it was beginning updates until it reached 35 thousand something. So, I left the room and picked up the Kindle my son gave me a few Christmases ago and it began to update itself. So, I put it down and decided to clean the kitchen for a bit. Now I’m back at the computer and I visited someone’s site that liked one of my posts and I heard a terrible sound so I quickly exited their site.

It reminded me of an enemy of a duck stepping on it as it lay down and the quirky duck sound from characters in cartoons filled my ears until I clicked on the x button as soon as I could.

Then I immediately prayed for God to protect this computer. There are times in life when a noise occurs that I know means trouble. Unusual grinding noises in my car cause automatic reflexes – foot on the brake, eyes scanning the dashboard for warning lights and little icons that mean something if I can find it in the car manufacturer’s instruction book hidden away in the glove compartment.

At one of the various jobs I held, my boss’s shoes clickety- clacked towards me on the tile floor at an accelerated pace. Then she’d open a drawer and start pawing through things and I’d do my best to escape from the narrow passageway as she grumbled about not being able to find …

After she released pent up anger or frustration, I’d hear the drawer slam and her shoes moving slower and with daintier steps away and I’d re-appear to wait on customers. I used to thank Jesus that she was not my mother and pray for her children and all of her employees. I ended up leaving that job for a different opportunity and my friends told me she became easier to work for after a little while. Who knows what stress people live with that we know nothing about?

Yesterday my daughter came over to the house for much of the day. She brought a nineteen month old boy she and her husband are caring for quite a bit to help out his mom. I’m teaching him how to race down a hallway with all the doors shut and no barriers to stumble over. When we get back to the living room, he lets out a delighted laugh and turns back to the entryway to start over. I point out my toe and hold him back as I say, “Ready? On your mark, get set, Go!”

Off we run with him in the lead. As he beats me, he gives me a high five and then he tries to say the word, “Ready” which comes out like, “Rery.”

That’s a noise I like to hear. He has a hearty laugh that gets me laughing right alongside of him.

I hope this finds you well. May God bless you!