I have been seriously wondering if I heard right when I was led to teach another year of VBS. The first day I was confused, the second day I cried, the third day I felt it was somewhat coming together and today I was wondering again. That one little boy that has been with me for the past two VBS years and is with me again this year, couldn't stop talking again today. Just as a side note......he's not a member of our church and isn't the child of anyone who may read my blog. Either of you.
I woke up this morning with an obvious urinary tract infection accompanied by really bad bladder spasms. So, again I'm thinking, should I really be at VBS??? I called our doctor's office and ran there to leave a specimen before VBS with the promise that they would call my cell phone as soon as the results were back. I kept my phone in my pocket on vibrate. They never called.
The kids weren't really that bad today, but the boys....oh, why can't boys stop talking? As I say that, I remember getting in trouble numerous times for talking....o.k. it isn't just boys. Today my nerve endings were just frayed. I waited and waited for the doctor's call....and was deciding that I had indeed heard God wrong about me teaching VBS. I was even apologizing for not being a good listener and letting these 15 boys and girls have the opportunity to have a teacher He really had called. We did get through the day and on to closing ceremonies. At the end, the aforementioned little boy walked over, threw his arms around my waist and said "I love you."
Talk about stepping back, looking heavenward and asking for forgiveness....I did!I know in God's providence, I am there for His reason. There is a reason I have that particular little boy each and every year. No matter what the struggle, the battle is the Lords. I had temporarily forgotten that.
I still hadn't heard from the doctor's office, tried calling only to be told the nurse was out to lunch. I'm suffering here. But I drive to mama's and with my sister we take mama, ironically, to the urologist. Is anybody seeing the humor in this??? Taking mama anywhere is a big job as she doesn't get around well. We got that done, took her home and went to the nursing home to visit our aunt. She's 92 and her mind comes and goes.
She was so happy to see us and after a little bit of prompting said "You're my nephews!" Almost right. Then she looked at me and said, "well, you're getting big! It really shows, are you pregnant?" My sister by this time is trying not to wet her pants laughing. I reply no, Auntie dearest, I'm not pregnant for heaven's sake I'm about to be 57....to which my sister says no, you'll ONLY BE 56. Anyhow, too old to have a baby or LOOK like I'm having one. Why would I be trying to make myself a year older....just goes to show what shape (no pun intended) I'm in.
Meanwhile, the sweet little lady in the room with my aunt says to my sister how gorgeous her hair is and I'm thinking....o.k. if you're going to say that, could you at least say I don't look all that terrible???
I finally call my doctor's office after 2 p.m. and the nurse said oh, nobody called? We have two prescriptions for you at the front desk. Beat head against dashboard!
So tonight, I finally have my prescriptions, my sweet husband cooked dinner.....he's a fabulous cook!......and settling down and praying that tomorrow, the last day of VBS, I'll see that some little seed has been planted in these tender little hearts. I'll thank God that I've had the privilege of being part of His magnificent plan. Although, a frayed and haggard part....He just uses us as we are, doesn't He??
You know what we call this kind of day down here in the south???? Just another day in paradise.