Returning from our two days in the #1 Fastest Growing city in the United States, as well as the #1 Most Romantic city in the United (what titles for what-was my quaint home town), I had to hit the floor running.
I grabbed my overly-scheduled calendar for the week. You know those weeks, the ones that in your mind you say, "this week is going to beat me." I knew that I couldn't drop any balls or they would all fall. So I gathered my old cooking pot and added the ingredients.
(4) Cleaning Jobs - my Leah Business (Simply Clean Service)
(2) Days of Painting a Client's Home - my Rachel Business (Simply Your Decor)
(1) Afternoon to Purchase Material for Client's Window Treatments (Simply Your Decor)
Home Room Mom assignment - Largest yearly Fund Raiser for Benjamin's school
Baskets to the School
Bake a Cake for the Cake Walk
Regular Duties as Wife and Mom
add the spice of Sin into the mix - add heat!!
Serve with a large spoonful of GRACE!!
Tuesday morning I was up and running. By Wednesday night, the baskets were all assembled and ready for delivery. Thursday ended my third day of cleaning and my afternoon to pick up client's material. However, the heat was starting to be felt on Wednesday night. I just walked right into the trap of sin, as the heat escalated with my physical tiredness.
By 1:00 pm on Thursday afternoon, I felt I might make it across the finish line on Sunday.
I drove my car 30 miles away from my final job to pick up the material.
My gas tank read E!
As I ran into the store for the material, my schedule began to unravel and my own sin was revealed.
The 23 yards of material were being measured when the man's face wretched. I looked up, "What... is something wrong with the material?" He points to the flaw........the flaw kept going.......and going........and going........and my stomach started to ache. I had already collected the money for the material.
The client was set on this material.
What was I going to do? Did any of their other stores have more? NO!
Could it be ordered? NO!
It was discontinued and 8 yards short of what I needed.
They told me they would sell it at a discounted price, however, I couldn't work around the flaw.
I left, trying to figure out what to do. I entered my dried-up-gas-tank car and drove to the nearest gas station.
I reached down to pull out my wallet. WHERE WAS MY WALLET?
I panicked as I realized my purse wasn't holding my wallet. The clock was ticking. Benjamin was needing picked up...all the way.........back.....30 miles from where I was. I didn't have a dime or card to my name.
I reached down to call my husband, who could be anywhere in the Metroplex.
Here came my first spoonful of grace. I reached him. He stopped what he was doing to come to my rescue.
He filled up my gas tank as I ran into another store to see if anyone else had the material.
Hubby tracked back to pick up Benjamin, while I continued my search.
I made it home...tired and "material"ly defeated.
Now for the wallet! My husband found it and without any comments of condemnation, he handed it to me.
It's hiding place was a result of my own sin...another large spoonful of grace!
My recipe for disaster was covered in grace. All the tasks that needed to be accomplished were accomplished by Sunday evening. Monday started with a return to the material store.
I found an alternative for my first client, while getting a good deal for a second client on the flawed material.
This week is slower...more time to clean my own house and sew for a client.
Next time I see a pot waiting for my recipe for disaster, I think I will start with a huge spoonful of gratefulness.
I am learning in a practical way... where I am weak, Christ is strong and gracious!
(this is for a precious friend who texted me with "what is God doing in your life?")