It all started yesterday morning when for possibly the first time in my entire life, I was late for work. I am in the middle of my night shift rotation, so naturally, I thought all the shifts I was scheduled to work started at 11 PM. Boy was I wrong. I apparently made the highly unusual decision to pick up a DAY shift on one of the days I was suppose to have off and then proceeded write it down incorrectly in my planner. Needless to say, two voicemails and one awkward and panicked call later I headed into work almost two hours late.
THANKFULLY my managers and co-workers were super nice, and understanding...and instead of feeling highly anxious and rushed to get all my work done, I surprisingly had a really nice day.
The weather was also amazing. When I left work, I think it was over 40 degrees and sunny. I don't know what is going on, but I don't really feel like I am living in Minnesota this winter.
My evening was pretty uneventful. My personal trainer was really flexible and was able to push back my session so that I wouldn't have to cancel...and I was even able to get a quick nap in before hand!
Finally, when I crawled into bed shortly after 10 PM I resisted the urge to shut the ringer off on my phone like I normally do. I think it was in part due to the fact that I missed those two calls from work this morning because I forgot to turn it on when I woke up, but I'd like to think that there was something more...
At midnight I got a phone call from a family member that needed me. That needed to come over. That needed to talk, and needed a place to stay for the night.
I really was suppose to work the night shift, instead of the day shift?
I had a bad day?
I had turned my phone off?
Moments like these remind me that God is in control. He planned every minute of my day. As unusual as it was for me to be late to work, if I hadn't, I might not have left my phone on...and if I had picked up a night shift instead of a day shift I would have missed the call, and the opportunity to be there for someone that needed me.