Hasty Exit

After visiting with Bill and Sheila Dixon last night, I went to bed late.  But I woke up early.  Just an hour or two after retiring, I awoke to the awareness that I was … um … unwell.  I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say that was the last of my sleep for the night.

I felt awful physically, but I felt badly on two other counts.  One, Bill and Sheila had another house guest, Betsy, whose room was adjacent to the bathroom.  Unless she is one of those people who could sleep through a hurricane, I fear I made her night miserable, too.

I also felt badly that I did not get to visit Bob Henderson.  We were scheduled to have brunch, but I felt I needed to get home as quickly as I could and so left as soon as Bill emerged from his bedroom.  I was so looking forward to seeing Bob again.  He and I co-officiated Bill and Sheila’s wedding in Dec. 1999.  I had asked for the meeting, because I am searching for a “life coach” to help me navigate my end game.  By that, I mean that I want someone who was in pastoral ministry, still loves Jesus, still loves his family, is still loved by them and is still fruitful and still happy.  I’d like this coach to help me navigate those waters now so that I can say those things in the future.  I mentioned this once to Bill, who simply responded, “You just described Bob Henderson.”  Barnwell to Atlanta may be too distant to make this functional, and I don’t know how he would respond to the idea, but it is certainly worth exploring.  I wish I could have done so on this trip, but maybe we can make it happen when I return in May for Ben and Amy’s wedding.

It took me almost 6 hours to make the 3.5 hour trip home.  I was so tired I felt unsafe driving, so I stopped twice and rested.  And as I passed through Augusta, I just happened to go by a Krispy Kreme with the red light on.  The kids weren’t expecting me, so I thought it would be a fun surprise to bring them some hot and fresh pieces of heaven.  Getting out of the car and taking in a little fresh air refreshed me a bit and the rest of the trip was much easier.

It felt good to be home.  It felt wonderful to collapse into my recliner, pull a blanket over my head, and slip into a warm and hazy oblivion.  Ahhh, “The Lord gives His beloved sleep.” 🙂

gkr1996 posted at 2014-3-15 Category: Personal