The last few weeks, Tuesdays have felt like Monday, Part 2. Today is no exception. I stayed up way too late last night because I was on a very important phone call. Needless to say, when you go to bed at 12:30, 6:15 comes way too quickly. The dog decided he wanted to go out 5 times this morning. Of course, he didn't do anything the last 4. When I turned the radio on in the bathroom, my favorite station, Way FM, wasn't coming in very clearly, so I missed my morning worship and listening to Mornings With Brant. Because it was so humid, my hair wouldn't dry. And I just couldn't find anything to wear (well, I have plenty of clothes, but I couldn't find anything I wanted to wear. As I was putting my shoes on (seriously, they're flip flops. It doesn't take much effort!) I fell. Into the sliding closet doors. The dogs came up about 3 feet off the bed, and I'm pretty sure the doors are no longer on their track. But, I didn't have time to fix them, because I went to bed way too late last night. So, with an aching head and a tweaked knee, I made my way downstairs and out to the truck. Only to remember part of the reason I was up so late last night was so I could make my lunch. So, I had to run back in the house and pack up my lunch. At least I was able to pick up the radio station in the truck. I'm such a creature of habit that if you mess with my routine I get grouchy.
After a couple of songs played, Brant started talking about a Facebook discussion he was having. A lady said that we (Christians) shouldn't refer to ourselves as sinners. If he continued to do so on his radio show, she would quit supporting the station (which is listener supported). What a load of crap. There isn't a day that has gone by where I haven't sinned. I'm a horrible, awful, sinful person in a horrible, awful, sinful world. Only He was free from sin. And one day (obviously not May 21, 2011), either I'll leave this place and join Him for eternity, or He'll come back for us all. So, I'm thinking about all of this as I'm driving 55 MPH down the Lloyd. All of the sudden, I see something on the white dashed lines in between the right and center lanes. It was a mama duck and about 8 babies right behind her. She was shielding them from the oncoming cars. I looked behind me real quick and saw no one was coming up on me, so I slammed on my brakes. The guy next to me did too. And the car next to him. I'm just hoping they made it okay. But, they were going towards the center of the Expressway. I seriously burst into tears. I had come so close to hitting them. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I swear I saw straight up terror in this mama duck's eyes.
It made me think of my relationship with the Lord. There have been several times where I've been in a terrifying situation. But just as that mama duck had her babies close behind her, I felt the Lord going just in front of me, looking back and telling me it was going to be okay. No one ever said it was easy to follow Him. And I'm not sure anyone ever said we'd quit sinning when we made that decision. But He promised to be with us always, whether it's Monday, or Tuesday that feels like Monday. I'm praying the rest of today feels more like Thursday.
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