Well, I'm really starting this day off right. I'm tired and it's only eight o'clock in the morning (I don't usually start yawning until 9:45 or so).
When I went to bed last night (around 11:30 PM) I just knew I was going to get a good night's sleep. I could barely keep my eyes open (like in church) and I kept nodding (also, like in church) and drooling (again .. church) all over myself.
It was time to call it a night.
Things were going great. I was sleeping hard and dreaming my favorite dream. It's the one where it's my last day (I didn't know it was my last day at the time) and I tell everyone off who's given me grief over the past several years. It was so liberating. Do you think Walmart is hiring?
At around one o'clock, the telephone rings and I jump straight up in bed. My heart is pounding and I can feel the blood surging through my head. When you are in the ministry (yes, for the 1000th time, I am in the ministry) a phone call in the middle of the night usually means there has been some kind of tragedy.
Was there a bad wreck or did someone die? Noooo. It was a wrong number.
A wrong number .. at 1 A.M!
I realize mistakes happen (Cheryl has been paying for one she made almost 28 years ago) but for crying out loud (which, by the way .. I did), double check the number before you dial it, ESPECIALLY if it's in the middle of the night.
I was wide awake and I could not go back to sleep. The really bad part was that they had blocked their number so I couldn't call back every 15 minutes for the remainder of the night.
I'm still working on that unconditional love thing.
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