The Long and Winding Road

The Long and Winding Road

So here I am at 11:00pm sitting in my office updating my journal. Why am I sitting in my office? Do you really want to know? Because I wouldn’t want you asking if you really didn’t want to know. Well, since you’ve twisted my arm, I’ll tell you why I am sitting here in my office at 11:00pm on a Saturday night writing in my journal. It’s because God has a wacky sense of humor. What the heck does that mean you may now be wondering. Allow me to explain.

It all started this morning when my alarm clock went off way too early. It was only like 8:30am when it first started trying to wake me up. You see, today was the women’s conference at church. What does that have to do with me? Well, to backtrack further, Marjie called me earlier this week to ask if I could help with the child care at the conference. I’m assuming she asked me this because she knows my love for children. Probably not I surmised since she didn’t really want me to watch (or shape young minds) the children, rather I was to walk around the classrooms making sure that the teachers were okay (I was the hired muscle I guess). Sure, I thought. No problem. I was going to be at church anyway helping to decorate this place getting it ready for Christmas. God, in his wonderful sense of humor decides to make it the hottest day of the year. Seriously, it was hot! We were all outside in the heat trying to put up all the lights. Of course, since I’m borrowing this motorcycle, I decided to ride to church. Fast forward a few hours.

Tonight my friend Stacey was preaching to her kids at Hope Chapel West Oahu. I wanted to watch her preach since it would be the last time in a long time that she would be preaching. Linda called and wanted to watch too. Great I thought. It couldn’t have worked out better since I am currently having problems with my clutch on my car and I didn’t want to ride all the way to Waikele. I instead just rode to church and Linda drove from there. We had a really good time and I thought Stacey did a really good job. Afterward we ate dinner at Chili’s and got to hang out with Pastor Stacey. Well we get back to church and of course the gate is locked since everyone went home. Linda offered to drive me up to the bike, but I thought, I have never walked up the driveway before, I should try tonight.

So I get out and despite Linda’s reassurance that she could drive me up, I declined. Here’s where the “fun” begins. I give Linda a last wave good-bye and she drives away. As soon as I turn around to face my adversary, the driveway, all the lights, which apparently are on a timer, go off. I mean as I was looking up the driveway I realized I couldn’t really see it anymore because the lights went off. I should have recognized the bad omen and immediately called Linda to tell her that I reconsidered and she should take me up the driveway after all. But, I didn’t want to wuss out so I pretended to be brave and started hiking up the driveway. After walking about 100 paces or so I began to feel a few small drops of rain. Funny, God real funny. First he makes it the hottest day and now he’s going to rain on me. By this time I didn’t know what to do. I really wanted to just sit there and cry but I knew if I did that I would only get wet and no one would come and rescue me until the next morning. Plus, I knew I couldn’t sprint up the hill since I just came from Chili’s and I would have either tossed my cookies or simply passed out. Therefore, I continued to trudge up the hill. After a few minutes, it really started coming down. I mean rain in sheets. Linda, bless her heart, calls to tell me it’s raining really hard (of course, I knew that because I was suddenly much wetter than I had been in her nice, warm, dry Honda). She offered to come and pick me up and drive me home so I wouldn’t have to ride home in the rain (so nice yeah?). But I was really stuck in no man’s land. I couldn’t go back down (because I was already too far up to give up) and I still wasn’t near any covering and I was still in the dark. So to make it much more anti-climatic, I ended being soaking wet and tired as heck from hiking up that darn driveway. So subsequently, here I am waiting for the rain to stop so I can go home and dry off. Actually, I think the worst of the squall has ended, it may be the time to make a break for it. I think I’m going to try to go home. If I don’t make it, this will indeed be my last entry. If you hear from me in the next few days, it means that all is well and not to worry.

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