Who can speak and have it happen if the Lord has not decreed it? Lamentations 3:37
We last left our heroine pontificating about this and that on her way to work. However, once again she has learned that just because she says it does not make it so. Sigh.
About forty minutes before leaving for work yesterday, I began feeling distinctly green. While I am normally a fan of the color green, I don't enjoy it so much when it is the color of me. (I also have to wonder why things like this can't happen when I am off work with no plans or obligations. Any thoughts?) Anyhow, MJ (most wonderful friend and Queen of all she surveys) came to my rescue and I spent the better part of my day becoming best friends with the porcelain palace. (and wishing I'd cleaned said porcelain palace prior to taking up permanent residence there.)
Somewhere around seven yesterday evening, I got a frantic phone call from Connie, letting me know that all my rejoicing over the fixing of the women's restroom at work was for naught. They now had a "disaster" on their hands. Calmer heads prevailed and the situation was brought under control the best it could be at seven in the evening. On a Saturday. Of a holiday weekend.
All this just goes to show that we have so very little control over our lives. Oh, we might think we do. We make so many plans and set out to make them happen. But as yesterday goes to show, "How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.” James 4:14-15
For the record, I am feeling better now. Not 100% but certainly better than yesterday morning. (I'm blaming it on ragweed and stress. The sick part, not the feeling better part.) And um, Katie....Go Cats!
We last left our heroine pontificating about this and that on her way to work. However, once again she has learned that just because she says it does not make it so. Sigh.
About forty minutes before leaving for work yesterday, I began feeling distinctly green. While I am normally a fan of the color green, I don't enjoy it so much when it is the color of me. (I also have to wonder why things like this can't happen when I am off work with no plans or obligations. Any thoughts?) Anyhow, MJ (most wonderful friend and Queen of all she surveys) came to my rescue and I spent the better part of my day becoming best friends with the porcelain palace. (and wishing I'd cleaned said porcelain palace prior to taking up permanent residence there.)
Somewhere around seven yesterday evening, I got a frantic phone call from Connie, letting me know that all my rejoicing over the fixing of the women's restroom at work was for naught. They now had a "disaster" on their hands. Calmer heads prevailed and the situation was brought under control the best it could be at seven in the evening. On a Saturday. Of a holiday weekend.
All this just goes to show that we have so very little control over our lives. Oh, we might think we do. We make so many plans and set out to make them happen. But as yesterday goes to show, "How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.” James 4:14-15
For the record, I am feeling better now. Not 100% but certainly better than yesterday morning. (I'm blaming it on ragweed and stress. The sick part, not the feeling better part.) And um, Katie....Go Cats!
2 comments:
Is that not the worst thing, when you realize you wished you'd cleaned the bathroom better before one of those bonding moments. I am so sorry you were ill, and just the Pollyanna in me wants to say, thank goodness it was your potty and not the one at work! Oh I bet the football is driving you crazy about now. Saying prayers for you! Love, Annette
Thanks Karen...thanks...just wait for basketball season! Legend has it that those who win in football lose in basketball...
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