i had a really tough day yesterday. From the moment I woke up at 2:30 am, until my midnight deadline, I struggled. Personally., Professionally. Physically. I was far from my best.
I tried really hard not to complain. When asked how I was doing, I responded with one word answers: wonderful, fine, great, well. After all, a great deal of my struggles were my own fault. I did not want to bog down others with problems I created.
As the day drew to a close, I decided to inventory and catalog my experiences. Nearly everybody I talked to today wished me a good day and a Merry Christmas.
The kids who kept me up too late and woke me way too early, are reasonably healthy and happy.
The computer glitches, the unexpected messes I get to clean up, and even the accidental call to the sex chat hotline (yes, that really happened)are light in comparison.
I talked to several people today who were in much worse situations than mine. It’s actually a part of my job. Before I get on the phone each morning, I try to pray for everyone who will be on the other end. You’d be surprised how many of them actually tell me that they prayed, too, and that I’m an answer to their prayers.
So yeah, things didn’t go my way. But I… me…with my messy hair, the messed-up schedule, and the overflowing message box, got to be an answer to a prayer.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all.
Mama Radford
TheWRITEaddiction.com 
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