COMING TOGETHER-12

Today is Sunday. We were supposed to go to church. My mother said she'd get up at 730am, but all she did was turn over to put the alarm clock out of her misery.

I should have known she wasn't going to get up on her own. I got up on 3 hours sleep for no reason.

So I am going to church by myself, which I probably prefer anyway. It is 830am as I write this. The birds are out, the mild sun is upon us in a chilly way, and I am all right. My mother is sleeping, but not really asleep. She is being lazy.

I told her I would not force her out of bed like I did the last few days. My anxiety makes me wish I could get her up before I leave, but I gave my word.

When she heard me open the garage door, she stirred. She did roll out of bed, get dressed and finally we did walk out of the house to church. We were 20 minutes late. I've never been late for church before but we ended up sitting on the front row--kind of exposed to everyone's view!

Actually church went well. I'm glad I went. I'm glad I took my mother.

What have I learned in all this?

That when the end is good, the means don't have to go my way.

God has many routes to the same destination.

My mother is not sleeping all day today. She is in good spirits, and some of my old selfishness is coming out. Today was more about me and my immaturity than about my mother.