Soft Sunday Sounds: A story

Today I have a billion thoughts. It was one of those days when the little notebook I bring to church had three more pages filled out instead of three lines (or sometimes three words). But instead of giving you an inkling of them all, I will tell you a story.

Once upon a Wednesday I was ornery. I told my friend Kellyn if the day continued the way it had been going so far I was liable to drop an F-bomb. Keep in mind, I have never sworn in my life. So clearly my ornery level was chart topping, for a basically unknown reason.

My angry levels abated when I got to go running at the gym (my first time running in a gym, and I'm starting to see why people are always meeting people there, it is like a dating service all on its own). Exercise=good for anger. But then when the time came for me to leave my dance studio for institute and I still hadn't even come close to having my costumes ordered the anger came back. I am tempted to stay at the studio and just order costumes and skip institute for the third week in a row. 'But no,' I think, 'I should be in Institute.' So I go. Well, after many starts and stops of realizing I forgot my keys. Oh where's my coat? What the heck happened to my phone?

I arrive at the Institute building and realize I don't know what room my class is in. I signed up for the second half of the class I took last semester with the same teacher. But since I am no longer in school and forgot it was a new semester, I forgot to check. I try to sign into the CES website from my phone. Password wrong? No, try again. Wrong again. I try about 5 times before deciding, whatever, I'll just reset my password. After resetting my password, I try twice more with no luck. At this point I am 20 minutes late for class and I'm so angry I'm craving a Baconator (this is my angry food, chocolate for depression and red meat for anger).

SO whatever. I'm going to Wendy's. There's one right down the street, I'll go there. After about five minutes I realize I must have passed it and somehow completely not seen it at all. What the *almost swear word* (in my mind, not off my tongue, though that really isn't much better). I find the next Wendy's, park, and start walking in.

On my way in I'm stopped by a middle-aged man. He asks for some spare change to get food for his wife and kids.

My day changes.

"I don't have any spare change but I sure can buy you some food right now. Come on in and tell me what you want."

I have been waiting so long for that experience. Every time I see men with cardboard signs off the freeway exit I want to give them food, but they are always on the opposite side or I don't have food with me that day.  Finally.

But just think of it. If I hadn't been ornery enough to need a Baconator. If I had muddled through and gone to Institute. If I had said whatevs and stayed at the dance studio to order costumes. Who knew it was in God's plan for me to be ornery, skip Institute and not get something important done for my job.

God moves in mysterious and delightful ways.


In other news. Get ready for Valentines Day celebrations.