This Morning

One lone ringtone in my spirit woke me up this morning. I turned off the alarm clock since I didn't need it. I had a couple of hours to leisurely gear up for the day since I wasn't due in the prayer room til 8.

In the course of opening blinds, making coffee and visiting the pink room I managed to step in something soft, cold and wet. It stuck to the bottom of half my foot and my big toe...Amazing how it had been camouflaged by the carpet!

After the obligatory cleanup job I decided to check and see where Monnie's car was parked just in case someone had blocked it in the driveway, and I discovered that lo and behold! there was no car. (shades of the Matrix). No problem...I'd just leave half an hour early to give myself time to walk.

On the way back to the kitchen I stepped in something soft, cold and wet. This time the substance stuck to pretty much every part of my foot I could put weight on. So instead of limping around looking for cleanup materials, I had to hop on my other foot. Lindsay and I made a pretty good team and finally I could detect no trace of the substance on my foot. Amazing how it had been camouflaged on the carpet EVEN after I'd diligently searched the first time.
And then, just to make sure there would be no third stepping, I took a really good look at the surrounding carpet and discovered MORE!!!! Yes, more. Amazing.

My very kind Father helped me to clean the carpet yet again and leave the house in time to make it to the prayer room by 8 (I hoped). I was wearing my Dutch blue and white tablecloth/headscarf that Grace gave me. I carried my black Dollar Tree parasol/umbrella, my Bible in the new Bible cover donated by Melissa Franklin, my Polynesian footprint wraparound skirt/prayer shawl donated by Hannah Rice and my black Dollar Tree flippy floppies. What a glorious day to be alive~~

Several blocks away I remembered one of the drawbacks of my black Dollar Tree flippy floppies: they trip me.

Well, this post is getting boring; it's all about moi. I'll just conclude it by saying that my kind, gracious and loving Father in Heaven got me safely to the Prayer Room (the clock said 7:47 when I walked in). He didn't let me fall down once. And He kept other ladies from entering the Pink Room so they'd be spared the sight of me with my skirt hiked up and my feet and flip flops in the sink as I washed off the grass seeds I was covered with. He's kind.