It’s so interesting how life is so fickle.  I had a wonderful day at school yesterday.  God really blessed and I could see that my students were progressing.  I also got caught up on EVERYTHING.  Papers were graded, lesson plans set to go for the week, classroom reorganized and neat…everything was going great and I was praising God.  Israel stopped by school on the way home from work at around 5pm and then we drove home to eat dinner.  At 6:30pm we had a hospital tour scheduled.  We had already missed our last scheduled appointment the previous week so we were both carefully watching the clock to make sure that we left on-time so we’d get there early.  At 5:50pm, Israel was ready to go and kept sarcastically telling me that if we were late this time, I couldn’t blame it on him.  I laughed.  I quickly finished dinner by stuffing the remaining tater-tots into my mouth and got my coat and bag and ran out the door.  While walking down the porch steps, Israel asks me if I know where the car keys are.  I replied with a, “Yeah, they’re in the ignition…you turned the car on!”  Then it hit me, he had locked the keys in the car!  I started laughing because he had done the same thing just last week…thanks to the brilliant people who thought of the idea to make cars lock automatically when you change gears.  Anyway, we both went back into the house and began looking for the spare key.  We couldn’t find it anywhere.  It was now 6:15pm and we had to be at the hospital by 6:30 or else they would start the tour and we’d miss it again.  We were supposed to pick up our friends from the airport at 7pm, and we had a Bible study at 8pm.  Israel called AAA and they said it would take them an hour to come by.  I was so frustrated that I just grabbed the keys and said that I’d go by myself.  I sped off to UM hospital and made it 2 minutes late, but in time before the actual tour of the maternity ward began.  All of the other couples looked at me with pity because they didn’t see a ring on my finger and I was all alone.  After all, the tour was more meant for the spouse…where to pull in the car, where to park, where to take their laboring wife upon arrival etc.  And there was me, just soaking in all of the information on how I should admit myself into the hospital when I’m ready to deliver.  After the tour was over, I snuck out as quickly as I could and drove home upset.  I couldn’t believe I had to go through the humiliation of going on the tour by myself.  Israel ended up waiting an hour for AAA to arrive and he was 40 minutes late to pick up our friends from the airport.  On top of that, we missed the Bible study.  We both came home within 10 minutes of each other.  How such a perfect morning/afternoon had turned into a stressful, upsetting evening!  Before we went to sleep, I began reflecting on my life.  Satan is always there to make life a little more gloomy, a little more stressful, a little more discouraging.  It’s so easy for me to think about the countless women who don’t have to work during their pregnancy, who have a husband who has time to help clean around the house, who don’t support a zoo at home (particularly the Jack Russell Terrier species), who don’t suffer from a mild case of OCD…and the list goes on.  But at the end of the day, the Christian will look at one’s life and by faith admit that if we could see the end from the beginning we would have it no other way.  If God is for us, who can be against us?  I want to live believing and trusting that God is leading each step of the way.  He will take care of us!

PS:  With that said, pray for me as Israel travels to New Zealand, New York, and Australia this upcoming month!