My Lucky Day

Okay, today is Friday the 13th, officially a bad luck day. But for me and my hubby? Its been a day of positive (even monumental) things. We got engaged on Friday the 13th (Dec. 02). We didn't plan it that way, it just turned out to be the last Friday of the semester that I could come home and be with Robert at our Alma Matter (well, mine at least since he had to move/transfer when we got married).

We found out I was pregnant with Alex on Friday the 13th (Oct. 2006). Again, you don't plan these things and I wasn't even really paying attention to the date until after we found out. Mostly, because I had been sick for most of the week and hadn't been able to eat anything. So, on Thursday, when I was talking to my mom and she pushed me to get the little test, I really did not want to go through that. But, if I was gonna do it, I wanted the most accurate results that come with the first thing in the morning. So, Friday was the day we found out.

So, today, the day before Valentine's day, I can't help but have a little expectation. Unfortunately, the week's events really haven't helped me maintain that hope! Today, I woke up at 7:45 am and was really running behind getting everyone where they were supposed to be, including me:), by 8 o'clock. By this point though, I was getting used to these things:)

Wednesday, should have been an indicator that maybe I should just hang my hat up and forget that anything good will ever come again. First of all, that evening at 5:34, I picked my son up four minutes late from daycare (cost me $16). Then, I walked in our trailer to find water all over the bathroom and hall. The rugs were soaked, and everything in the storage cabinet at the end of the hall was soaked (blankets, towels, washrags, etc). Oh, and our water was off. Did I lose my cool? No. I just scooped up Alex and went to Dairy Queen. Steak fingers, nachos, ice cream and soda (what better way to brighten a day). The "bad luck" didn't stop there, though, because as we were eating, Robert, my hubby, called to tell me he had just been rear-ended... in Kansas City, driving a borrowed car. Oh, Come On! I thought. But still, I did not lose it! I continued to play with my son and enjoy the fun that only a small child can bring.

When I got home, I took Alex over to a neighbors (Thank you Mr. Skip & Ms. Janet!!!), started a load of laundry (washrags, towels, blankets, etc) and dried the floors. Honestly, I did not feel like crying, or screaming or any of that. If anything, I just wanted to laugh. Talk about the comedy of errors. Even with all of it seeming to go bad, I could not help but feel...blessed. I couldn't help it. Just like I can't help but feel hopeful that our "lucky" day is here.

More and more, I am reminded that I did not create this world and it is not mine to run. Mr. Max Lucado says, somedays God gives you Oreos and somedays He gives you broccolli. I get it. If I had my choice, I would be like Bruce Almighty and say yes to everyone's prayer requests. Furthermore, I can't take things personally. The fact is, I do not know what tomorrow will bring. But our father, God, can see eternally into my future and the future of the world and know what I need to be do now that will serve someone else 1,000 years from now (figuratively, at least). How amazing is that? Today, when the rest of the world is looking over their shoulders, crossing their fingers and trying not to step on any cracks, I am smiling and looking forward to whatever good God will bring my way! If I can do that for the rest of the day and still submit to the spirit of joy and hope Christ has put inside me, then Hallelujah! This is my lucky day!