My hand gropes through the darkness, searching for the origin of the noise that has pulled me from my dreams. I squelch the alarm and fumble for my glasses. Lost in the mist of waking, I wonder what day it is. Oh yes, it is Tuesday. So that means I have a hair appointment at 4:30. My feet touch the floor. Sliding them forward, I insert my feet into my house shoes.
Is this the day for the house payment? No, I think I still have two days before that is due. Feeling my way through the dark bedroom, I reach the bathroom door, enter, and close the door behind me before I turn on the light. I hope I didnít wake him up.
I mustnít forget to put the drops in my eyes. Guess this is something I will do the rest of my life. But there are others who are so much worse off. Iím thankful the medicine is working. Opening the drawer, I take the top off the eye drops bottle as I raise it to my eyes. I canít hold my eyes open wide enough for the drops without opening my mouth. Wonder why that is?
Putting on my exercise clothes, my mind wanders to the podcasts I been listening to by Chuck Swindoll. Will he still be talking about the renewing of the mind today? And I mustnít forget to put on my baseball cap. Donít want to scare anyone at the gym. As I tie my tennis shoes, I review what Chuck said yesterday. I remember what it was like to feel renewed. How wonderful it is that I am not the same person I used to be. I am so very blessed.
Grabbing a jacket, I turn out the bathroom light and grope my way across the bedroom to the door. Once Iím in the kitchen, with the bedroom door shut behind me, I turn on the kitchen light. So far so good.
Should I check my email before I go exercise? I head down the hall to my office. After a few deletions and one reply, Iím ready to go. God, please be with Christy as she goes through this trial. Grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, I wonder if I have any food to take to work for lunch today. Should I go by the store on my way home from exercise?
Is it time for the news? I climb in the car and push the button to turn on the radio as I back out of the garage. How awful for all those people who canít catch fish for their income any more. Will BP take care of them? Or will it end up like Katrina? Did I remember to shut the garage door?
Not many cars at the gym. Is this a holiday? No, itís just a Tuesday. Guess they decided to sleep in. So what am I doing up at 4:30? Because I donít want to end up like Vera. She died way too young.
On the treadmill, I place the headset on my ears. I donít want to make eye contact. They will want to talk and I really need to hear what Chuck Swindoll has to say. Do I have time to do two miles this morning? I can if I donít go to the store on the way home from here. Guess Iíll just have to make do with what I can find in the refrigerator. I really need the two miles.
Satisfied with the exercise Iíve completed, I change from listening to the podcast to music. What do people do that donít get pleasure from music? How can they stand it? Instantly Iím off on a mental journey of all the beloved music I know Ö and so I hum and sing my way home.
His car is gone. Guess heís already at Starbucks. After I clean up, Iíll just make the bed and straighten up so I can go to work early. That way I can leave early in time for my hair appointment.
Fast forward. Work day completed Ö hair appointment over Ö I stop by the mailbox on the way home. How in the world have all these catalog companies found my new address already? They sure kill a lot of trees. Good. No bills this time, but a USA Today. Maybe Iíll have time to read it tonight.
So goes the day. Constant dialogue in my head.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.