Blowing It Up

Saturday did NOT go as I planned.

Step back a minute:

I am a routine, planning, know what I'm doing when kinda gal.

It helps me SO much.

Saturday's plan:
Breakfast with Becky

Gym

Go do flooring with T

Tan

Home

How Saturday went:

Call from Braxton that he and Mia were at the Port of Entry in Brigham City because Mia's car blew up on the way to T's condo.

Went to pick them up.

Went to T's condo

The three of us went upstairs to work on the bathroom - nightmare

I was sick and not feeling it

Left Ogden to drive back to Brigham to meet the tow guy

Went back to Ogden

Finished toilet and demo on bathroom

Drove the kids back to Brigham

Went home

No Becky Beck (really due to me not feeling good)

No gym (self care)

No ultra violet rays (self care)

I sat with all of these feelings by myself on Saturday night.

After talking to God, I realized that even though my day didn't go the way I needed (or thought I did) it to go, it went the way it was meant to go.

Braxton and Mia needed me.

I needed time with them.

God always knows better.

He sees what we don't see.

He hears what we don't hear.

He knows what's coming.

It's all good!

Except the car.

The car is not good.