For the next week or two, Gary and I will be sharing wheels because my blazer decided that just when it was needed the most (during ice and snow season) to go on strike until it is given a new fuel pump.
Very softly, she said, "Are you okay today?"
But none of that has anything to do with why I dropped everything (Not directly, anyway). It was because I was a) not living in the moment b) holding on to too many items and c) was not paying attention to the small but important things.
I drove back to the town my husband works in and sat at McDonald's, drinking coffee until he was done. I watched people milling back and forth, eavesdropped on the Asian man sitting one table over as he talked to someone in Chinese (Is it eavesdropping you don't understand anything they're saying?), finished reading Benjamin Wallace's ebook "Dumb White Husband" (Laugh out-loud fun) was spoken to by a very nice trucker who wanted to talk books and Nexus's, Kindles, etc. We both agreed that our marriages were probably saved by the invention of the e-reader.
When we arrived, the boys were waiting for us, happy to see us (as opposed to the usual off-handed greetings). After their dad went to bed, I thanked them for praying for him that day (Because I knew that work stuff was weighing heavily on him, I'd asked them to do so) and then I told them the story of dropping everything because I was carrying too much and how I realized what I supposed to get out of it.
My oldest son (THE BOY WHO INSPIRED POST THIS BACK IN 2009 and a day later DID THIS) squinted at me and asked, "About what time was this?" I answered that it had happened around eleven and asked why. "Because I had the same experience this morning--and I dropped my Nexus and went off and left my coat," he replied. He frowned a little. "It reminded me to pray for you too."
It was almost worth all the crap we've been dealing with lately for just those words.