This was the worst 24 hours I have ever had before going on a mission trip. Satan had a hay day but the Lord won in the end.
It was 8 am when I arrived in the office. My secretary, Pat, told me that my replacement would not be able to preach for me on Sunday. I called five people before I was able to find someone to fill my place. Finally, an elder of our church said that he would preach for me on Sunday. I promised to get him a gift card for his favorite restaurant in return.
After that, I had to write a sermon. I started on it and then my computer crashed. I spent two hours trying to get my computer fixed. My secretary who has a degree in computer science took only 30 seconds to fix the problem. If it wasn't for her, I would have to write it on the road and not be able to devote my time to my trip.
She got it to work shortly before lunch. I went to a restaurant to meet a member of our church that is going through a hard time. When I came to order they were out of chicken; so I ordered something different, then that order was messed up. I had to wait another 20 minutes for them to bring me what I wanted. When I got up to leave, I spilled a glass of water on my pants. I tried to use napkins to dry my pants, but the napkin fell apart when I attempted to wipe it off. There were napkins that were stuck to my tan pants.
I got back to my car and noticed that I had a flat tire. It took me another 20 minutes to change it. I had so much grease on my hands that it me a wile to get cleaned up.
My wife planned to leave at 5 pm for her mother’s house. When I walked from the car to my house I tripped on my son's fire engine. I fell to the ground; my head hurt from the fall. Finally, I was able to get up and walk into the house. I didn't want to make a issue of it because they were walking out the door. I gave the kids and a wife a hug.
Then I heated up my spaghetti noodles. While I waited I decided to start my laundry. I went back up and I took the pan for the noodles off of the stove. Then when I walked over to the sink to drain the water, I tripped and the pan fell on the floor. I had to clean it up and start over. I also put the French bread in the oven.
I went down to check on the laundry to find that one of the hose that goes to the washing machine sprung a leak and there was at least two feet of water on the floor.
When I got the basement floor cleaned up, the smoke detector went off. As ran upstairs I smelt something burning. I opened my oven to find that my French bread was a piece of charcoal. There was so much smoke I couldn't see the kitchen table.
It was 4 am in the morning when I got up. I went out to my car and br…br…br. It wouldn't start. I notice a neighbor that was leaving for work. He pulled out then drove away. I ran after him waving my arms, hoping I could flag him down. Eventually, he saw me in his rear view mirror and he stopped. I begged him to jump start my car.
At 8am when the plane was taxiing down the runway I praised the Lord because finally I was on my way, and everything I needed to get done was accomplished.
The enemy wanted to steal, kill, and destroy me during the 24 hours from when I walked into my office and until I got on the plane, He didn't win this battle, the Lord did, I am on my way to Africa.
In Jesus name,
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