Note: This post is not meant to be a downer. It may sound like it, but it's more or less interesting to us this Christmas Eve.
Today is Christmas Eve, right??
I was supposed to go to work this morning until early afternoon. I got up at 5:15 am and showered and proceeded to get ready like normal. Until... I got the phone call. It was my co-worker who proceeded to tell me that I didn't have to come to work. Apparently the tissue processor didn't start. Yes, it was my job to start it. I take full blame! I thought that I started it, but when Jeanne came in it wasn't processed. We'll have to figured out what happened next week. Through further discussion with "The Boss" she decided to start the 12 hour process because there were some specimens that a doctor was waiting for some results. It was determined that either sometime tonight or tomorrow morning the work needed to be done.
At about 8:30 my mom called and said that we should postpone Christmas Eve festivities until later this weekend due to the weather on its way. I was in agreeance because I really didn't want anyone traveling that didn't have to.
At 12:30 I talked with my co-worker who had been at work all morning, unlike me. I explained to her that I no longer had any commitments tonight and told her not to stick around (as she lives 20 minutes out of town) and I would come in tonight and start the work. Whatever I didn't get done I would do in the morning, since the pathologist was going to be coming in to read out those cases. After all, it was sort of my doing, and really I should clean up my own mess.
So, here I am in lounge wear, the boys have their after nap snack. Kevin doing sound for the Christmas Eve services, and knowing that I won't have a special meal of oyster stew tonight, but instead going to work (in which we don't do pm's, night's, holiday's, or weekends) to do my job.
It just doesn't seem like Christmas. At least not yet. Did I tell you that I don't have any presents wrapped and under the tree either. My nativity never made it up, and the Christmas cards are stuffed and stamped but waiting to be licked and sent out.
We did get to spend the morning with one of Kevin's good friends, Andrew. So that was a perk to our somewhat "normal" day. I wouldn't have had the opportunity to see him if plans would have went as scheduled, so I am grateful for the pancakes and sausage we enjoyed with our strong coffee.
I really don't know if I want to remember Christmas 2009, but no doubt it will probably be one in which I won't be able to forget. I do that there is a reason for all of this. I may not know what it is for a while, but whatever the Big Man has planned is truly far better then the one that I had planned. My saying today has been "whatever." It didn't matter before, so now I really don't have an opinion on what should happen next.
Tomorrow is a new day! Jesus' Birthday! The day our Saviour was born! I'm so thankful that God knows what's best for us, even when we think it couldn't be. That's what happened to Mary. Plus there is special joy knowing that like her I'm carrying our third baby in anticipation of what will come in the next few months.
Thankfully I really am NOT in control, and can count on knowing who is and be blessed in unusual and unexpected ways.
