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When Bad Days are Blessed Days

By on Oct 18, 2017

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This morning was awful. We had Zoë’s parent/teacher conference which commenced at 7:30 a.m.! It meant that EVERYBODY had to be dressed and fed at the same time…including me. It meant pulling on the “nice” leggings and a proper fitting sweater to make up for all of the hasty school pick-up’s and drop off’s where I cloak my Pj’s with a coat and don a hat on my head.

While the conference about Zoë’s progress garnered cheers and pats on the back from Papa Nevels and I, my attempt to whoo Phil to breakfast to “discuss” our daughter’s success was met with big fat disappointment. He had things to do and people to see.

So in an effort to re-shape my day, I opted to check out a local breakfast/coffee spot I’ve been meaning to try with 2-year-old Sydney in tow. Now its important to note that Sydney had been spewing a river of “no’s” at me since 6:00 a.m. this morning (NO! NO, I don’t want to go potty! NO, I don’t want to put shoes on! No, I won’t give you kisses! NO! NO! NO!).

But I pushed through.

We landed at the breakfast/coffee shop only to learn that a coffee shop should not double as a legitimate breakfast establishment. Both the coffee AND the omelet were awful! Meanwhile, Sydney had unleashed the floodgate of “no’s” again and was not complying in any way to my instructions and gentle reminders.

Needless to say, breakfast didn’t go as planned.

I paid the bill, grabbed my things (the Toddler too. Though I was tempted to leave her behind with all of the other bad tasting things I’d just experienced), and we headed for home. I was determined to shuttle toss her to bed despite it being 2 hours earlier than her regular nap time.

BUT, as we trudged up the stairs of the house, the warm breeze hit me and it occurred to me to read a few stories to her on our porch swing (before the official shuttle toss commenced). So, I grabbed a few books and we settled in to read.


IMG_3843It was the most glorious 2 hours I’ve spent in a long time! She listened and pointed out the images she recognized in the book and afterwards she nestled in so close to me that it prompted me to sing. I hadn’t realized just how long it had been since I’d sung aloud! My most prized and favorite songs flowed out like that river of no’s that just 20 minutes earlier had me on the verge of tears.

In fact, by the end of it, I was in tears and Sydney was sound asleep.

Both of us peaceful, grateful…blessed.

You know, I had big plans for how I wanted to spend my day, but it quickly became hectic and disappointing. Yet, in the midst of that disappointment I can now see that God was gently tapping my shoulder and reminding me to let go. He sees me, is with me, and knows exactly what I need at any given moment.

That two-hour stretch filled me with so much joy! It was just what I needed.

Can you recall a time when you let go of those “perfect plans” and found that God’s unexpected plans were just what you needed?

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