The strangest thing happened last week. Three people asked me variations on the question, “So what the heck do you do anyway?” Seriously, three different people. This post is my retribution. Enjoy.
5:00 am: Have a scary dream that is – I believe – inspired by my new friends, Fawn & Michael. In it, both myself and my husband are flying helicopters. That’s right. Helicopters. And I realize, “Hey! I can’t fly a helicopter!” and wake up in fear and trembling.
5:22 As relief seeps into my real, human self, I decide that it’s dumb to wait til the alarm goes off in 8 minutes and I get up and start the coffee.
5:30 Check email and yep, I always have some…know why? Because I go to bed CRAZY early, that’s why. And people who have actual lives and get home from the actual places they actually go after 6:00 p.m., send me stuff at the late, late hour of 9:45 p.m. and I read it at 5:30 a.m. The rhythms of life are interesting.
5:45 My favorite time of the WHOLE day. Job, Psalms, Acts. I asked God a REALLY big question this morning. I didn’t get an answer yet, but I’ll keep you posted.
7:30 Take Tess to school. Would you think it was weird if I told you that every time I drop her off – every single time – I remember what it was like to be in middle school and it makes me feel sorry for her? Even though she has no ill will toward middle school, I still feel bad that she has to go. Silly.
8:00 Starbucks for my second coffee and a meeting with a friend. Except for the friend part because she can’t come…so I decide to write a little and enjoy the morning.
8:20 Just because it’s what I do, I text my husband and say, “I got stood up.”
8:30 Tori calls with big and urgent questions about women in ministry. Having survived a debate – she mostly wants to make sure she adequately defended the family honor. She did. She’s loyal like that.
8:32 Steve calls to say, “Let’s have breakfast at Jake’s”…an offer I would never in a million years refuse. Jake’s is…well, it defies description to those who don’t live in Bend. It’s a truck stop/diner/dive with cheap food served in stunning portions. (Those of you from Bend are invited to comment on the glory of Jake’s.)
8:33 Resume phone call with Tori, talking passionately about Deborah and Jael and Paul and Nympha for the whole two minutes it takes to get to Jake’s. (Those of you with a dog in the fight are invited to comment on women in ministry.)
8:43 Our omelet arrives: the “small” Hollandaise Surprise, also known as “Whitney’s Favorite”. We split it, me and the large man I married – and we know we’ll have some leftover at the end. It’s just gigantic.
8:47 Steve says, “I bet you’re happy this omelet has so many tomatoes.” I say “yes, indeed!”, but secretly think how I’m mostly happy that he remembers I like tomatoes. I love him for that.
9:15 Arrive at work, so happy someone else is teaching my Communications class, or I would not have had all that Hollandaise fun.
9:17 Discover my Pampered Chef order has arrived at my office…also discover that I have ordered something and have absolutely no idea what it is. No earthly idea.
9:19 Wander into the office next door with the mystery object to see if the ladies there might recognize it.
9:20 Leave defeated.
9:21 Return phone calls, send emails, work on some messages coming up this weekend and next month, book a speaking date for a ladies event. Deal with the fact that, for whatever reason, my computer speakers are on the blink once again which means that I can see Andy Stanley preach, but I can’t actually hear him. And hearing him is pretty much the point. If your speakers work, you can see and hear here. (Those of you who love or loathe Andy Stanley are invited to comment. Except not those of you who loathe him because that would not be nice.)
11:00 Katie, my evil assistant, brings me a rice krispy treat. We have about 397 of them leftover from a class and she’s trying to get rid of them. Also, one time I threw a Twinkie at her and she’s never forgiven me. Please send Katie therapy while I return to work.
12:10 Lunch at my desk. Who would have thought you could grind up raw tuna, roll it up in rice and seaweed and get people to pay $6 bucks for it? And who would have thought that the 6 bucks would be mine?
1:30 Meet with a young lady whose life story could be a riveting novel. She’s beautiful and amazing…and finally starting to believe it. I’m so proud of her and my Jesus.
2:00 Work. Work. Work. (these details are uninteresting or I would include them. I thought about making up something interesting but since I’m a pastor, that’s probably a bad idea. The two details that ARE true is that somewhere in the course of the afternoon I ate the stupid rice krispy treat and Katie threw another one on my desk. The woman has no moral compass.)
4:30 Home. Home. I love home. And I love working part time. Josiah wants a grilled cheese. What is it with kids and grilled cheese? Or ME and grilled cheese?
4:33 Tori calls again to try to figure out how to research an assignment on Dads and Daughters. We simultaneously google…there must be a word for simultaneously googling? Also, the fact that Tori called twice in one day? Remarkable!
4:43 The distinct smell of charcoal reminds me that Josiah’s cheese is most definitely GRILLED.
4:45 Scrape Joe’s sandwich and check my work email. Catch up on headlines and discover that the price of crude oil plunged to $67 per barrel. Text my husband: “We should be paying about .77 for gas by the end of the week.”
5:00 Call it a day…a silly day. Silly, silly, wonderful day.
What does your day look like?
Much wonderful love,