Bad Day

 

Have you ever had a bad day?  Well, Friday, I had a bad day.  For starters, I forgot to set the alarm on my phone, and I woke up 45 minutes late.  I jumped up in a frenzy and woke up my dear wife, who is not a morning person.  I hurried to get her bag ready for dialysis.  I ran downstairs to get my sneakers out of the dryer only to find one of them on the floor with the dryer door ajar.  My wet shoes that I had put into the dryer the night before had bumped the door and one had fallen out … both still wet.  So, I had to wear wet shoes to cardiac rehab.  I got my wife to dialysis fifteen minutes late, so I didn’t have time to get coffee at the gas station.  And when I got to cardiac rehab, two people asked me where my hat was.  In my hurry, I had left my hat at home.  One of my friends reminded me that it was Friday the Thirteenth.  Finally, something made sense.  But, honestly, come to think of it, my day wasn’t all that bad.  I did wake up.  There were no bars on the window, and there was no IV in my arm.  And no one had to get me up and change my depends (not that I wear depends).  Even a bad day is better than pushing up daisies.  Solomon understood my day and said in Ecclesiastes 9:4, “For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope: for a living dog is better than a dead lion.”  I am glad that the dear Lord above gives me hope.  Aren’t you?  Hey, if you are glad to be alive this morning, take a moment and thank the Lord.