Monday I get a text from Rachel saying she got into a argument and had her phone calling capabilities taken away. Well, I get a text after work saying she might have broken her foot.... so after 10+ texts, I finally texted her dad to let me call her really quick. He said yes and I called her to hear her in pain and trying to keep up a good front. She did break down a couple of times. At the moment when I got her text of her hurting her foot, I knew immediately what went wrong, spiritually speaking. I had not prayed with her at all on Sunday! God was giving me a gentle reminder on what a PRIVILEGE it was to pray with her and for her. So mentally and spiritually I kicked myself. Well, that night I went to bed restless. I had a hard time falling asleep and my mind was going 100's of different directions at once. It was hard to pray and try as I might, I could not but help feeling that her fall was my fault. She really wanted to go to Peru and was looking like God was saying No while also reprimanding me.
Yesterday I had a hard time getting up, more so than Monday morning even though I went to bed at 9pm the night before. Work was going ok until I got put in charge of a different line and had a guy on there that I really did NOT respect or liked. My boss was checking up on me the last 2 hours because we were VERY close to making rate for the day. Well, about 15 minutes before the shift ended it looked like we were going to make rate. Good, right? Well it would have been if he did not open his mouth. He said "Geez, Farmer. [I will tell you one of these days on how I got that nickname] You see more of Dan than you do of your girlfriend. Are you looking for a brownie?" I just about lost my cool with that comment! So now made afternoon took a turn for the worse at that point. We made rate but I stayed much longer to clean up than what I was getting paid for. So I get home to the excavator starting the crawl space part of the new addition. Dad asked me to go to Do It Best lumber in Dixon to get some boards for the escape windows for the new basement. So I did and get back only to see the backhoe not moving and 3 men (1 of them my dad, a friend of dad, and the operator) looking at something in the corner of the house. I KNEW right then that they had hit the septic tile. And they did. Dad thought it went straight north out of the house. Nope. You can see clearly that it went out west in the basement. Well, he asked me if it was Schedule 40 or 80 pipe. I said it must be 80 as it was pretty thin. So he goes to the hardware store and gets Schedule 40 piping only to find out it is too big. So I run to Ace to get the right stuff. They dont have it. So I tried calling Dads' cell, Moms' Blackberry and finally get ahold of someone with Moms' other phone. I tell them whats up and they said to go to Menards. on the way there, I find a piece of particle board plywood broken in 2 pieces along the highway. I do a U-turn and go back to get it. As I pulled up and out of the way, I find the 3rd piece. So now I have 1 4'x8'x1/2" plywood in 3 pieces. And I get 3 wonderful slivers out of it. Get to Menards. Now they have the right stuff but they are out of it. Call Dads' phone, Moms' 2 phones, home phone, my bro's 2 cellphones (one is for work), remember bro is at softball practice, call everyone in the same sequence again. 15 mins of trying to get ahold of someone and I was livid when I finally got ahold of my dad through my sis' cell. He tells me to go to Farm and Fleet across the street. I tell him that Farm and Fleet would not have it as it is NOT a normally stocked item at some places. Well I get there and sure enough, nothing. Now I drive back to Dixon to get Taco Bell, and head on my way home. I get home and stay there while everyone else is either at a friends house or with Dad and Mom. Now I get a text from my darling Rachel and she asked me how I was doing. I replied back that the day sucked. Well after a few more texts she called me. She said she had 10mins and to make the most of them. She told me her dad had given her permission to. Well I started to vent a little when her sister was begging to ask me something. She asked how my little sis had broken her leg? BROKEN HER LEG??!! I knew NOTHING about it and it just fueled my anger a little. So in 10 mins time I had about exhausted myself while telling Rachel everything that went wrong that day. And to top it off now my sis has just a bad gash in her leg, but they thought it was broken and what hurt me the most was nobody in my immediate family told me this. Well after I get done venting Rachel said she will pray for me. Ok, everyone says that. Nope, she started praying right there. I just sat there and wept. It was then that she showed me how much she really cared for me.
You see, before when we prayed, we prayed for each other. But nothing that we wouldn't tell pretty much someone else. This was something that I would not tell anyone and have them pray specifically for what happened and for what I really needed. As she prayed for what I needed, it was then that I saw what I needed. She read me like a open book. Something that I can do for her but she had a little harder time with me it seemed like.
I have notice I have this little gift that can be annoying at times. I can read other people feelings. Whether they are good or bad. And I know when they are not being totally honest. But I cannot seem to read my own.....That drives me and other people nuts.
I need to go. I hope to have more soon.
Jon
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