Yesterday I rolled out of bed at 9:05 exactly. I remember the time vividly--like some horrible nightmare--because, surely it wasn't really 9:05... 9:05 means that church started five minutes ago and that someone else is cursing my name & filling in for me on the organ last-minute. It means that the music chairperson is wondering how someone could be so flaky as to miss Sacrament meeting without notifying anyone. It also means the sunday school president is sweating because he wonders who is going to be here to teach next hour... YIKES!
(don't worry, I made it in time for sunday school at least)
It was one of those nice, humbling experiences.
Has this sort of thing ever happened to anyone else?!?
[that's an invitation for you to share a story--if you so choose--to make me feel better] :)