I was to have an appointment with Greg a couple towns
over. Over breakfast at Mimi’s. I got there at the appointed time and
waited. And waited. Called his cell and got his voicemail.
I worked on preparation for facilitating the class that
evening. I jotted notes regarding my
inner ponderings that I wanted to capture, but my mind keeps losing.
The latte was good and the lemon ice water refreshing. Where was Greg? I had been ‘stood up’. Sigh.
As I packed up my papers and notebooks I had a recall of my
drive over to Mimi’s. I had voiced to
God, ‘How am I ever going to get ready
for tonight? My day is too full! I again need Your help in re-structuring my
I chuckled and left smiling as I re-entered into my schedule