Friday, September 2, 2011

Yesterday, oh yesterday.

This is my favorite part of the "work from home" day. Brandon is still sleeping, the TV is off, sun is peeking through the blinds, and our entire little abode smells yummily of cinnamon coffee. It's perfectly quiet, save for the loud ticking of the Kirkland's-purchased decorative clock {had I known it would be this loud...} and the little grunts of the coffee pot that tell me the coffee's been ready and I better come turn it off. 

I'm sitting here, coffee in hand, thinking back to yesterday. Bottom line? It sucked, dude. 

You know, I'd always (perhaps stupidly) thought that the first of the month brought with it a newness, a freshness. And it does, in some regard. But it's kind of how I guess one would feel when a loved one passes away on a certain day: to them, it's an important day; to others, just another day. 

And yesterday? Oh, yesterday. It was just another day to many around me. Not the first of the month, that day that is greeted by the tearing off of the calendar (bye, bye, hot August!), writing the rent check and starting off on that new foot. 

Like I said yesterday, I cried. At my desk.  More than once. It wasn't pretty. September 1 was not a new, fresh start to the month. But as a sweet blogger friend commented, "It can only go up from here!" 

I firmly believe that God puts people in our lives for specific reasons. And I also firmly believe that sometimes we know why at the very moment. And sometimes? Well, sometimes it takes a little longer. And God almost has to hold up a flashing arrow next to the person (a la Genie in Aladdin) to make us realize that the person he put there is right in front of our face. And we just need to look. 

That happened to me yesterday, that flashing sign. Not literally, but you get the picture. And it's kind of humbling and embarrassing at the same time. 

There is this person in my office that I, well, let's just say we don't necessarily see eye-to-eye all of the time. And I think it's a tad bit of jealousy on my side. {Wow, we're really opening up here today, Dr. Phil!} But regardless, this person really is sweet. 

As I was driving home yesterday, I got a call from an unknown number. Not literally "Unknown"; it showed up as only the numbers on my phone. So I answered it. You never know, could be a client. The person on the other end of the line? Tiff's Treats. This person that I mentioned before? Had sent me Tiff's Treats chocolate chip cookies and Blue Bell ice cream. To my house. I started crying. 

So it's funny, you know. God puts these people in your life to humble you and knock you down off your pedestal a bit. And yesterday? Oh, yesterday. I was majorly knocked down. 

As I was brushing my teeth last night after a long day, the song "God is Good (All the Time)" popped in my head. 
{And again, thanks, God.} 

Have you ever heard it? Brandon hadn't. We used to sing it in Sunday night church when I was growing up. People would clap, even, after that first slow verse when our former music minister, Joel (said "Jo-el") would speed it up. Lawdy! 

God is good, all the time
He put a song this song of praise in this heart of mine
Good is good, all the time
Through the darkest night, His light will shine
Good is good, all the time 

I just smiled. Like I said, God has this way of doing things. "He's funny," my mom says. Just has that way of reminding me that even though I think I had a bad day, He is still there. And reminds me that He is good. All the time.

{Photos via Pinterest}

1 comment

  1. how sweet! what a sweet way to start a good long weekend!


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