Flexible people don't get bent out of shape...

I like to think of myself as flexible, you know- able to go with the flow. But that is not always the case, you see, God has really been working on me in this area. I'd like to share two examples.

Last weekend was our amazing, annual Campus Harvest conference in Durham. I'd planned to spend some quality time with my mom when it was through sense she lives out that way. I'd been home with her for about 20 minutes when I got a call from a fellow campus minister hoping I was still nearby Durham to get his computer and bring it back with me. So I made arrangements,making sure someone would be at the church when I got out there. I was able to spend a little while longer with my mom... and got a call from another fellow employee who needed me to get the breast milk she'd left at the church... now... granted I was glad to help out some friends... my visit with mom was shot and the activities greatly increased my patience. I got back into greenville with the goods, and then distributed them. I was wiped out by the time I got home. Did I mention that I rode in the car for 2 hours with someone's breast milk... I don't care who you are, that's funny.

Today I arranged for a friend to watch Fuffle (my beloved cat-child) while I visited Jenn Campbell in Havelock. I should specify that my kitty is not the typical cat you can leave a bowl of food out for and leave for days. Mostly becasue he'll eat it all, make himself sick, and then be hungry until I get back. So I got my spare key to Karen and headed to see my friend. Jenn and I were at the beach getting our tan on when I got the call that Karen had gotten the key stuck in the door. That is not what I was hoping for, but we tried several avenues... oh, say, about 100 avenues to try and make it work so I could stay the weekend with Jenn and my cat would be taken care of. The locksmith wasn't available until 8pm, so Jenn and I had a little more time together. Upon arriving home, secretely believing I'd be able to fix the situation, I realized THE KEY WAS STUCK. The locksmith was perplexed as well, but he fixed everything. And I have to admit he was cute, which was fun. I was a bit concerned about being alone with a man in the house, so prasie God he was super professional. I don't think he loves the Lord with all his heart, so he's probably not the one. Not to mention my Dad was a locksmith at Duke University for 27 years, so I cannot even begin to start trying to imagine spending my life with a locksmith.

And here we are full circle. Maybe I need to be more flexible... maybe God wants me to spend the rest of my life with a locksmith.... hahah
Happy Easter everyone!