A Perfect Day
by
Grace A. Bounds
by
Grace A. Bounds
The smell of coffee awakened me even before the alarm went off,
which now would not be granted its privilege of making that mechanical ringing
sound. Why don’t they make clocks with a more pleasant sounding
alarm? That’s right, they do. It’s just that I didn’t need any training
in how to sleep through them. Thank God for annoying sounds, well, at
least on most mornings. There was a little less than the half pot that
normally greeted me on my morning trek to full consciousness. Jim must
have needed the extra caffeine. No, that wasn’t it at all. How
could I forget our house guests so quickly?
There’s
a thought that will wake you sooner than espresso. Jim came home with a
young couple and their two children and introduced us for the first time as he
seated them in the living room. As we both walked into the kitchen to get
them some iced tea, actually the kids wanted Kool-Ade but were thrilled with
ice water all the same, Jim told me that they needed a place for the
night. I about dropped the six drinks that I had placed on a makeshift
tray when I asked my husband how he knew these people and he said that he
didn’t. They just needed a place to stay for the night. It was a
good thing that the only 6 matching glasses we had clean were plastic Eskimo
Joe’s cups. My mind raced with thoughts of why, why now, drugs, axe
murderers…with children—ok that was a stretch—but it could happen. If he
wants to be a Good Samaritan he can just cart them off to the Lucky 7 Motor Inn
and Suites a few miles down the road and pay the $29.95 himself, but while my
mind cataloged endless fatal possibilities, my body just delivered the drinks,
with a smile I might add. The night was uneventful though it was sort of
fun entertaining people that we didn’t know. I didn’t know they were
coming and never had a chance to get anxious about getting the house ready for
them. As it turned out, I wasn’t such a bad hostess after all and we
enjoyed the company. I really need to ask Jim how he ran into these nice
folks.
My
arthritis in my left elbow was trying to get the best of me again.
Sometimes, it seemed that every time I was off to a perfect day, the pain would
return. I guess everyone has a thorn in their side. With a deep
breath, I savored the smell of the coffee, took my first sip, and said aloud to
the empty room, “Yes, Your grace will be sufficient for me.”
It
was at that time that I noticed that Paul was still in the screened in porch
and had surely been there all night. We had put him out there so he
wouldn’t get too excited with children in the house again—something he wasn’t
used to as ours had been long gone when we got him. Jim named him after
looking at his records at the animal shelter and told me that he had been
kicked out of several good homes in many different cities and that he had
probably been beaten more than once, but he seemed eager to go on one more
journey upon his release from prison, which by the way was on Rome street and
we live in Spanish Heights. I submitted to what surely my husband
believed to be his exclusive domain and Paul of Tarsus—yes; Jim went the whole
nine yards in naming him—has been with us for eight years now. This
morning, I wasn’t as concerned with his title as I was with why he didn’t have
that panicked look on his face and wasn’t barking at me to let him out.
It could only be one thing. He had managed to find a spot to relieve
himself inside. I decided to finish my coffee before venturing beyond the
French doors into whatever odors awaited me this morning. Paul just
stared at me wagging his tail as if all was well in the world. Well,
perhaps for him it was. He didn’t have to clean up whatever mess he had
made.
I
walked back to the coffee pot to top off my cup, really to delay the inevitable
cleanup, when I noticed a sticky note on the counter next to the coffee
pot. I put Paul out last night after you were asleep but brought him in
because of the storms. Storms? There were storms last night.
I must have slept really well. Usually it takes at least an hour for my
mind to wind down and let go of enough stuff that I can finally get to
sleep. Wow! I did feel like I had rested more, even with the
evening’s activities. The note continued, I figure that by now you have
mentally kicked Paul out of Thessalonica and sent him packing for Berea.
How does he know? And must he continue with the Pauline metaphors.
OK, the answer to the second question is a rhetorical yes. I also guessed
that by your second cup of coffee you would be awake enough to find this note,
let him out, relieved that he had not relieved himself indoors, and all would
be right again with the world. Love, Jim. There is no one in the
world any better at getting that much on to or out of a sticky note. I’ll
bet that he is still smiling about it.
I
hadn’t even made it to the shower when the realization hit me that I had just
gotten a great night’s sleep following what turned out to be a relaxing evening
at home with guests that felt like friends, awoke to fresh coffee, had my
anxiety over a crises that didn’t exist curtailed by a little sticky note that
couldn’t have been better if it was a poetic love letter--ok, maybe that last
one was a stretch. Love letters are good too. Looking upward,
knowing that I could not gaze far enough to see how close He really was to me,
I said only, “God is Good. Praise God!”
I
put my car keys on the counter next to my Invitation CD that I
promised myself I would give to Becky today at work. Getting the right
time and place to witness to her has been tough. I feel that she is
ready, but don’t know that I am. I know what to say, but don’t know how
to start. Maybe the CD will get her to ask me some questions, then I’m
off to the races. I was surprised that there was still hot water for my
shower, not knowing how many people had been up and about and bathed before
me. It felt good and my arthritis paid faded for the moment.
As
I backed out of the driveway and put the car into drive, I realized that the CD
was still on the counter. How did I pick up my keys and miss getting the
CD. Oh well, back up the driveway. Guess that God is going to let
me pay the price for losing my memory or maybe for thinking the worst this
morning. As I re-entered the house and grabbed the disk, I noticed Paul
still shut up in the porch. This time he was whining—a clear signal that
he couldn’t hold it much longer. I guess I would have been cleaning up
Paul’s mess if I hadn’t had to come back in. What a lucky break.
Sometimes I think that there really are no coincidences, then I come to my
senses and realize that God probably doesn’t worry too much about what I have
to clean up around here.
As
I backed out of my drive for the second time, Linda was just walking past our
house on the other side of the street. I had wasted enough time and
really needed to get to work and thought that I might pretend to talk on my
cell and not notice her, but I rolled down the window instead. “Car break
down again?” She nodded. “Hop in. It’s not too far out of my
way to drop you at work.”
Linda
was in the car in an instant. “Thanks. It’s not broken, we just
didn’t have any gas money, but I get paid tomorrow so it will be ok.”
“How
about you stop by at the same time tomorrow and I will give you a ride then?”
“That
wouldn’t be too much trouble?”
I’m
not sure what got into me. Why wasn’t I coming up with some conditions or
something like, you had better be here 10 minutes early so I don’t have to wait
on you or something like that. Instead, I just said, “No trouble at
all. If you can make it a couple minutes early, we could go through the
drive through and get a biscuit. My treat.”
“Really?
I prayed a lot last night asking God to just get me through another day and He
sends me you. Too bad He can’t help me with my homework.”
“You’re
going to school too?”
Nodding
her head in the affirmative, “Might be able to get my degree in about another
year. This college literature is sure tougher that I thought. I’m
still not getting this whole metaphor thing when it applies to something more
than just an article or short poem. “
“I
might be able to help. I married the Sultan of Metaphor, which I think
would be a metaphor.”
We talked and laughed all the way to Linda’s work. She thanked me again as she got out of the car, though this really wasn’t much of a detour for me at all. This was hardly a morning with which the words routine, normal, according to plan, or any derivative of those meanings would apply. I was running late and needed to get a move on, but for some reason, felt compelled just to stop for a moment in the parking lot and be still. God didn’t say anything out loud, but I felt His peace. It was only for a moment, then I was on my way again.
I
also never saw the large stakebed truck in time to do anything. I’m no
mechanic, but the look in the driver’s eyes said that he had control over
neither his steering nor brakes. The truck sped by the front of my car
with no more that a new coat of paint’s worth of distance between our
vehicles. He ran off the road only a few hundred yards down the road into
some sand that road crews had failed to clean up from the winter storms months
ago. The sand brought the speeding hunk of metal and produce to an abrupt,
but upright stop and I saw the driver get out of the vehicle, look to the sky,
and kiss the ground. Had I pulled out of that parking lot a second
sooner, Jim would have had only the Apostle Paul to keep him company tonight
and probably for the rest of his life. Maybe there are no coincidences.
I
was still a little pale when I arrived at work only a few minutes late.
Becky met me at the door. The word about my close call had preceded me as
someone had obviously seen most of what transpired, though they were certainly
unaware of my divine pause in the parking lot. “I’m fine” calmed her a
little, “except for one thing.” We made eye contact. “I’ve been
meaning to give you this for a week now. I’m beginning to believe that there
are no coincidences, that my days are just as they should be, and that
everything that appears to be meaningless is only meaningless if I am not being
purposeful myself.”
“That’s
a mouthful…and thanks for the disk.”
“Becky,
I’m sorry that I waited this long. If you will listen to it tonight, I
would love to talk to you about it tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
As
I settled into my cubicle, I noticed another yellow sticky note affixed to the
side of my monitor. This wasn’t from Jim, it was from the boss—read my
first email as soon as you get in. On some days my mind would have raced
through the absurd possibilities of yet undone tasks—probably would have used
the term harebrained thoughts--that might be contained in this electronic
missive that awaited me to exhaust myself in yet another senseless cause in
response to its beckoning, but today was the day the system ran a virus scan on
boot up.
That meant at least five minutes before I could get to
work. Instead of giving in to my multitasking nature that seems to govern
my day, ok, sometimes my life, and start revising my lists; I just decided to
be still for yet the second time today.
I
looked at my desk calendar and flipped the page to today’s date. The
picture of the sunrise was overlayed with Your word, O Lord, is eternal; it
stands firm in the heavens. Your faithfulness continues through all
generations; you established the earth, and it endures. Your laws
endure to this day, for all things serve you. If your law had not
been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction. I will never
forget your precepts, for by them you have preserved my life. Save
me, for I am yours; I have sought out your precepts. The wicked are
waiting to destroy me, but I will ponder your statutes. To all
perfection I see a limit; but your commands are boundless.
Time
to open that email. It read only, thought that you would like these.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,
for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.
~
Jesus replied: "'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."
~
Jesus replied: "'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."
The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth,
whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for
me.'
~
Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."
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"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
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There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men.
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His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!'
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Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."
~
"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
~
There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men.
~
His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!'
Heb 13:2-3; Matt 22:37-40; Matt 28:18-20; Matt
25:40; Ps 46:10; 1 Cor 12:4-6;Matt 25:21
You
guessed it. Grace A. Bounds is used as a pseudonym for this
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