Hi all! Have you wondered where I’ve been lately? I’d like to tell you that I was on a long, relaxing vacation where I spent every day lying on an exotic beach staring across an emerald green ocean while a warm breeze danced through my hair but I can’t. The truth is, my computer crashed. Don’t you hate that! I do. Not having my computer is like not having running water. I need both to survive!
The worst part was waiting to see if my computer guy could retrieve all my files! I’ve shared before that I don’t have the “o” in organization—right? Well, I hate to admit it but due to this flaw, I rarely remember to back up my computer. I had to sweat it out until my tech guy called with the good news… “all files were present and accounted for!!”
I’m not only disorganized, but I’m directionally challenged as well. Even though I’ve lived in the same town all my life, I still get lost. I have no sense of direction. Because of my many horror stories, my assistant, Sue, took charge this weekend and decided she’d be the designated driver for an event I had hour from home. I had no room to argue.
Just last year I had driven myself to the same area. Before leaving home, I had a terrible headache. Since I travel a lot, I carry one pill bottle that contains lots of meds. I took what I thought was a pain reliever but instead it was a nausea pill that my doctor prescribed to ease the symptoms of a stomach virus. I don’t know if you’ve ever taken a nausea pill, but they also cause drowsiness. I suppose it’s so you can sleep through the sickness.
The event went well. I was very relaxed. On the drive home, I experienced one of those out of body’s experiences—you know—the kind where you’re driving on automatic and once you arrive at your destination you don’t recall how you got there?? The only problem this time was I didn’t arrive at my desired destination—which was home. I ended up two hours away from home! I was lost and I was out of gas!
I called my husband who was concerned that it was after midnight and I should have been home long ago. He wasn’t thrilled that I was on empty either. I pulled off into a gas station that had only one street light. I didn’t know it got so dark at night. I was the only one there except for the two guys drinking in the back of a pick-up truck. I’ve never prayed so hard to be invisible before. I quickly put 5 dollars into the tank and sped away unseen.
I’ve yet to live down the fact that I not only took the wrong medicine for a headache but I got lost in my own state. In fact, while in Atlanta this past year I got my nick name, “Directionally Challenged” when some colleagues of mine noticed a new book with this title. They got a kick out of sharing my story with the author. He graciously gave me a signed copy of his book. When I read the inscription, I noticed it was made out to my husband instead of me. It read, “Dear Pat, We found your wife wondering around Atlanta.” “Very funny.” I thought. I did enjoy reading his book.
It was a good thing that Sue drove this weekend. We made it to the event where God showed up and out in an amazing way, and we returned home without one wrong turn. (In fact, I had two great events last weekend. I love that God is always faithful and I love making new friends in Christ!)
It’s always good to be home. And it’s good to be back sharing my world with you. Thanks for stopping by.