Helluva Monday, it was. I did nothing but explain stuff:
2:38 am: To two young children, why it was not time to get out of bed and plug in a Three Stooges DVD.
4:45 am: To my body, why I was ignoring the alarm and snoozing another 1/2 hour, when I hate snoozing.
6:19 am: To algebra teacher via email, why child is not living up to potential, and what we will do to rectify situation.
8:06 am: To supervisor, how I was able to heed her advice to not think about “this place” over the weekend, by hitting the beach.
10:32 am: To irate grandparent, to their face and with authorities present, why I was recommending their rights to child be terminated.
12:14 pm: To coworkers, why they ought not kidnap and take me on 3 mile run on lunch tomorrow, because I’m still weak from illness.
1:20 pm: To myself, why I’m missing my dad when he’s long gone.
2:03pm: To several children swarming me, why each of them could not have my undivided attention immediately and simultaneously.
2:46 pm: To coworker, why I will never ever ever reveal the location of this blog, over my dead body, etc.
3:14 pm: To child, why an unavoidable obstacle preventing her expectations from being met, feels like being lied to.
4:09 pm: To administrator with a windowed office, how and why another one of my good intentions paved yet another road to hell with my staff.
4:43 pm: To myself, why I just now “got” something somebody told me months ago, while dreaming and flying over the bridge over water.
5:01 pm: To my car, why I switched to the left lane because the right was too slow, only to have the left lane slow down thanks to the guy 3 cars ahead slowing down to turn left. Then switching back to the right, only to have the right lane slow down thanks to the guy another few cars ahead hold us up to turn right. Repeat left and right, two more times.
5:14 pm: To husband, why I am late. Again. Aaargh.
5:49 pm: To inquisitive eight year old, why God won’t rain manna right now, why we can’t have “smart marshmallows” rain down instead that we can eat and instantly get smart, and to sage twelve-year-old, why God doesn’t just rain down wisdom. And what the heck manna is anyway.
6:35 pm: To laptop, how the month got away in rare form for me, and why I was paying a bill online instead the usual way.
7:52 pm: To three-year old, why mommy doesn’t have the same equipment that all the other guys in the house do. And what it’s called instead.
8:31 pm: To my keyboard, why I should restrain myself from responding to the missions outfit that sent a plea in the mail today for us to support their unemployed missionaries while they hang here in the States until “God provides,” listing the identical financial obligations I also am faced with.
9:02 pm: To my disabled child, why he should not be afraid to go to sleep even though he will probably “see dreams.”
9:52: To God, crying out why life is so hard, then feeling guilty for crying out because others have it harder… hungry but not able to eat, weary yet not able to rest, grateful but too downtrodden to show it, joyful but too grieved to celebrate, surrounded and loved, but lonely.
Hey, God…do your stuff. That’s all I know to pray right now. This was one crazy day!! Your will, not mine. I’ve plain run out of ways to explain myself. You do the rest, please. Thank you, Lord!