Starting the Day with Prayer

Last night I was with my small group (you are all such a blessing by the way) and we mentioned worry, anxiety and quiet times with God.  I shared that I had been remiss in my quiet times for months, mainly because of my crazy schedule, especially the 4:15am shifts.  I want to do my quiet times before I start my day, but when the day starts that early for me, it's difficult to get up even a few moments earlier.

So this morning, I found myself waiting in the car for the other barista to arrive at 4:08am, and realised that I could use that time to at least pray.  So I did.  I knew who I was scheduled to work with, and I have some difficulties holding onto a cheerful attitude with that person, so I really focussed on that, and for an overall smooth day.

Then, it's 4:15, and the other person still hasn't arrived.  I head in, and discover, hey, it's not the person I thought it was, and so I call them and they arrive a couple minutes late.  No biggie, but still fun to tease them about.  Still, it throws off the day a little bit.  Not a pothole, but rather a rough patch.

Then, it's 4:30, and the person scheduled to start at 7am calls in sick.  Ugh.  I hate dealing with sick calls.  There is a lot of grovelling involved, and I hate that.  I really hate waking people up.  I decided not to deal with it right away.

At 5, a young woman comes in, and introduces herself as the borrowed partner that had been scheduled.  Cool.  Shen turns out to be pretty cool too.  And competent.  Even better.

Then at 5:20, another young woman comes in, and introduces herself as the borrowed partner that had been scheduled.  Huh?  I tell her that someone else has already come in, but would she be willing to start at 7?  No, but I offer her the hours (ie to do the shift she was supposed to).  She takes them, and we are good to go!  The sick shift is covered!  Woohoo!  And she turns our to be pretty cool as well!  And competent!  AWESOME!

What an answer to prayer that the day would run smoothly!  It did, and how cool, and awesome, and wonderful, and provisionary that God would have two girls show up on the day where I was completely not in the mood to deal with a sick call, and grovel.

I realise that starting every day with prayer is not going to result in a perfect, or wonderful day, but it was still super cool that it happened today.  I am very grateful.