“Some Days My Cup Runs Over, Other Days…”

The sage Rick Warren tweeted this sometime last weekend, “Some days my cup runs over. Other days, my cup gets run over.”

You know Rick Warren don’t cha? Author of A Purpose Driven Life and Pastor of the mega-church Saddleback. He’s quite wise and it’s nice to know that even Rick Warren can have a bad day. Kinda puts me in good company.

I know my life seems like a series of ups and downs (and it is) but this weekend seemed particularly so. Perhaps it’s because I commit myself to so many things, thinking that it wouldn’t be a big deal. After all, I’m a competent person right?

Right???

I had commitments this weekend like nobody’s business. And if everything ran on schedule, there’s no problem. Because life is so predictable.

Last Friday night I spent two hours with my Bible, in prayer – the television was off, the husband tiptoed around, my kids ignored me – the usual. I spent a lot of time writing and praying out loud. It was a wonderful centering experience. I did this in preparation to lead an hour of prayer at the 6 AM hour on Saturday morning. It was perfect.

I was so excited that I woke up at 2 AM and literally could have driven to church and lead prayer for four hours, that’s how excited I was. I stayed up the rest of the night and then had the privilege to lead prayer the next morning. Is it tactless to say the prayer hour was awesome? It was awesome.

I stayed to shoot some photos of our guys chopping firewood for you see – I’m a part of the our social media team and I wanted to showcase all the great things our church does.

I wandered over to my car sometime that morning and looked at my phone and saw several missed calls from the boy. I returned his call and he said, “Mom, where are you? I’m late.”

I said, “I thought you had to be there at 9.”

To which he replied, “I have to be ready to practice at 9. I’m suppose to be there like – now. I’m so screwed.”

You know what? I’m at church, there’s no need for that type of language. I got him to practice with five minutes to spare and I don’t know if he had to run extra laps because he was “late” but it was probably good for him any way. I wish he would worry as much about what I think as he does about what his coach thinks.

Moving on.

On my way home from the school, the girl calls and says she’s ready to be picked up. The girl stayed the night before with some friends to do her hour of prayer with her small group leader. I was so proud of that. But before she left she asked for Mountain Dew. Both the husband and I balked at the request. Too much caffeine, the girls don’t need any help staying up when they spend the night with each other. But I went back to work early Friday night and something happened after I left. Somehow the girl was able to talk the husband into purchasing the said ultra-caffeinated, sugar-filled, cancer-inducing yellow dyed soda.

So when I picked up the girl I could tell that neither she nor any of the other girls had any sleep. They said they stayed up until 4:30 AM. I was really annoyed. For you see, she was getting on a horse that afternoon, and then she was going ride in a meet the next day. And she looked like a zombie with fluffy slippers.

Tell me I’m wrong, I dare you.

I dropped her and her friend off and both went to sleep. Something they should have done the night before.

Then I went to pick up the boy at the school. And something happened on the way -

I was hit by another car. The boy who was driving it was 17 years old. It was about this time that I had my literal fill of teenagers.

I wish it was the end of the story – but it’s the end for right now. I have to get some Christmas decorations up.

Merry Christmas everyone.