Grace

So...Wednesday I overslept.

A lot.

To the tune of an hour and a half.

I like to wake up slowly. I like to hit snooze a couple of times...roll out of bed...sort of amble to the coffee pot...make a yogurt parfait....ingest all that while slowly doing my devos.

Here's another way to wake up: "WHAT! SIX THIRTY???? AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" And then proceed to fly around at rapid speeds. That was Wednesday morning.

I had a large number of things to accomplish in a very short amount of time. And in the flurry of getting ready and getting to work on time, I didn't get my devotions in before I left Lynne's house.

And. I. Was. A. Mess. The. Rest. Of. The. Day.

My co-workers were joking around and I took it personally and almost cried. (Dumb.)

I had to change my nail appointment to be able to work late for the fundraiser, and my nail lady didn't have another opening in over two weeks. That made me mad. (Shallow.)

The only two days scheduled to be rain-free were the days we worked late and I didn't get to walk outside. (Selfish.)

God did an AMAZING miracle in our world by raising the funds like He did...totally surpassing our request. How often do I get to sit in the middle of a financial miracle like that? Um...not often! And what did I do? I lamented my nail loss, my exercise loss, and grumbled about things like really bad hair.

Frankly, I would have shoved me onto a time-out chair and said, "Listen here, Missy. Twelve THOUSAND extra dollars. You know....like TWELVE leftover baskets of loaves and fish? Could you please file your nails, do some sit ups, wear a hat, and get over yourself??"

(Aren't you glad I'm not God?)

But when stinky attitude and I arrived home Wednesday evening, still inwardly grumbling about the weather and the nails, this is what I saw:
No lecture. No time out. No guilt trip.

Just a gorgeous bouquet of flowers to welcome me home after three days of absence.

Just a reminder of love. A divine embrace of sorts. An extension of grace. Something to say...Baby Girl, I know you haven't had the finest of days, but I still love you. So much.

That's some Abba love.