Lessons From A Sunday Morning

It all starts with a busy Saturday night. Usually, I am right here and the phone does not ring so I have lots of time to plan for Sunday morning.




Last night was different.



I am beyond help with my first cell phone. I am learning slowly - very slowly. My favorite trick is to cut calls off before I get them answered.



I was walking up to put my trash out when I saw the neighbor's door open. I stopped to exchange pleasentries, ask yet another question about the cell phone, and ended up being asked in for ice cream. I explained I had to come back here to take care of a couple of things and then would come back. They promised they would come get me if I did not come back.



When I got back here my land line phone was ringing and I answered it. It was a friend and she was telling me that an out of town friend of ours was there. Well, I talked to her for a few minutes and then went back for the ice cream. We ate and then talked for a bit longer. When I finally got home, I did nothing but fall asleep.



So, when I woke up this morning, nothing was ready to go to church. Satan was alive and well. It seemed like everything I tried to do was beyond grasp.



Now, I have been rearranging and cleaning out a lot around here, so, things are not always where I think they are.



My purse can be in one of three places. It was in none of them. Finally, I just stopped and told satan he could keep this up if he wished, however, I was going to church if it was in zori and my hair not brused. (I was dressed.)



I did get it together as I opened the door and saw where my purse was. It has slipped between the shelves and door. So, I went out to meet my ride - so I thought.



I stood out on the road and brushed my hair and waited awhile longer. Then, I decided I would start walking. (We had descussed that possibility.) When I got to the church, she was already there. She had come by on time and I was five minutes late getting to the pick-up point. She had thought about coming to my house but I had told her not to. I don't like for her to have to come back here if for some reason I have to give up on going somewhere.



I did ride home with her.



I shared all of this to tell you not to give up. If God wants you someplace, satan will do all he can to make sure you do not get there. Just keep going. God is with you and you will get there.

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