I Was Glad When

Tomorrow we'll jump out of bed after hitting the snooze button too many times.  I'll yell "rise and shine" into the boys' room and race down the stairs, grind the beans, and get the coffee brewing. I'll race back up the stairs and make sure the boys are getting dressed, rummage through my closet and try to remember what I wore to church last. I'll likely select the black and green plaid skirt with green sweater and vest because it's warm. I'll dash back downstairs pour a cup of coffee, race back upstairs, all the while considering whether to wear nude stockings or black. I'll look in on the boys if they haven't made it to the table. Oh - I'll open the fridge several times before I decide what it is I'll toss together for breakfast. My hair probably won't go right. My right cheek will likely have a pillow case wrinkle embedded in it. Both the boys will have hair sticking up and I'll water them down. Their shirt collars will dry enroute. I'll put on my make-up and squeeze in my prayer time as Ed maneuvers into the right lanes and off the right exits. - The embarrassment of the pillow wrinkle will be replaced with warmth the moment I spy the smile on the greeters face as he holds the entrance door. After dropping the boys off to their areas, we'll walk into the sanctuary long overdue for the meeting together. As we take our seats, along with the guilt I'll feel at being rushed, we'll also feel like David, when he said, "I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the Lord".