Murphy's Law- "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."
This evening, my husband sent this picture to me along with a text that said, "A little muddy." He didn't have to say a word. I knew that he was going to be home late. I'm just thankful that I wasn't the one who had to pull him out of the mud.
He sends me these crazy pictures on a regular basis. They're like having a tardy pass in high school or a doctor's note. These types of pics are his "get out of jail free" cards... visual proof that he's got a good reason for being late.
These little debacles never happen when we've got time to spare. No, it's always on a day when we've got multiple obligations. Tonight we had a dinner and awards ceremony to attend. We were 20 minutes late and my husband was still wearing his muddy boots. It's like this with everything in our lives.
The cows only get out when we're at church and I'm wearing cute shoes and a nice dress. My husband will inevitably be leading the music on stage, too, which means that I'm the one who has to leave early and trounce through the field herding cows on foot like a total dork in high heels.
These little bumps in the road used to drive me bananas, but I've come to expect the unexpected over the years. Things rarely go as planned. Once in a blue moon things do fall into place, though.
Sometimes the cows cooperate. Sometimes the trucks are dependable. Sometimes we get our chores done with time to spare, and sometimes we arrive to our destination EARLY. I know that sounds nuts, but it's true. And when those days come, my husband and I look surprisingly at each other with raised eyebrows and say, "Wow! That went smooth!"
For a brief moment, we start to think that we've got everything under control. Then we have a huge belly laugh because we know that we really just got lucky...or blessed. I prefer to think it was the latter...after all, God is in control.
Just a typical Monday around here!