A Day Worth Waiting For...

It's 3:00 in the morning and I find myself wide awake, not because of stress, not because of worry, but because I am completely ~happy~. Now I know that sounds so strange, but I don't know how else to explain it.

Yesterday was just another Friday at work, files lost, phones ringing, shirts being folded and placed in their cardboard boxes, HB teething, and I in my chair, staring at my monitor, completely unmotivated, uncreative, uninventive. I think the only thing that got me through the day was my really cool lunch with Jason(s) and the occasional IM from Colin/Britni and even then it just made me want to leave and go do something else with them, definitely not be at work. Tic toc, tic toc, when was the day going to be over? Finally ~ 5:00, I went home and decided had to do a much, much past due load of laundry. I had a volleyball game at 8:30 so I ate a quick bite for dinner and headed off the gym. I love Friday nights because my team consists of all the girls I played with in college, so we're actually pretty competitive. We have so much fun. We laugh and remember old times in locker rooms, long bus rides, and that time we stayed in the most random hotel and jumped in the pool when it was 50 degrees outside. ( You see my coach was 73 years old ~ SHE STARTED VOLLEYBALL AT LYNCHBURG, founded in 1903, and well she spared no penny. If the rooms were over 20 bucks a night, we didn't stay there.) Five games passed. We came, we conqured, we took all 5 ~ hugged each other goodbye, and I wished a safe and happy evening to all. I got in my car and had 9 missed calls. "What in the world?!? I mean...I'm not that popular at all!" I checked my voicemails and half were junk, and the other was . . . well just quite odd. "Laura, it's Jean...Have you talked to your Mom yet? Call me back when you do." (To erase this message press 7 to save press 9) *9* "Hey Laura, it's Steph...Have you talked to Momma?! You NEED TO CALL HER, Love you bye" *9* "Laaaurrrra, it's Jean again, call me." *9* "Laura, this is Brit, call me when you get a chance." *9* "Hey Laura this is" . . . and well you get that gist. So I was thinking...what is up?!? I was sooo confused I had no clue I was truly hoping that everything was ok ~ I was praying no one was hurt. So I called Mom frantic and she was different, I don't know how else to explain it she just was.

"Mom, what's going on?"
"Nothing, why?" "
"Mom...don't think I don't know there is something, my inbox was full of CALL MOMS - so you can't play around with this one. Whats up?!?"
"I don't know what do you think happened?" (there was a smile behind her voice)

(Now at this point I thought, JEAN = God. You see Jean doesn't call me outta the blue, there was something going on and it had to do with God - I paused. . . I couldn't move, I just sat on the phone, silence.)

"Laura, you still there?"
"Yeah I'm here, Mom...Mom....Did you..."
"Did I what?"
"Did you give your heart, did you accept Christ?"
And there is was that word I had been praying to hear for so many years. ~*~ "YES." ~*~

My mom was saved. SHE GOT SAVED!! (Tears just started streaming uncontrollably, you would have thought if you were that car beside me that someone just died - but that was not the case at all, think opposite, someone just came ALIVE!)

"Momma!! (I was practically screaming) Momma this is the best day of my life! You're coming with us!!!"
(Nervous laugh - she was beginning to choke up) "I don't want awhole lot of attention I just want to enjoy it for myself, by myself for awhile.'
"OK Mom, whatever you want." (At that point if she would have told me she wanted a brand new BENZ I would have gone and gotten her one.) I was elated, my cheeks were starting to hurt. "Do you know how much I LOVE YOU! GOD LOVES YOU!"
"I feel like the bar is too high, (fighting back tears) I feel like I can't do it, I can't talk like you and Steph."
(I wanted to drive 100 mph to get to her) "Mom...Mom God meets you where you are, you took the first step, you don't have to know the bible cover to cover, you don't have to fix a casarole and take it to church tomorrow with a verse written on the lid, you are wonderful and God loves you just the way you are and we can come to him just as we are." I could feel her get a little more comfortable. We said goodnight and I can't remember a time where I was anymore happy that I was at that moment.

As I pulled in my driveway, I cut the lights off, turned the key and just sat there, sat there thinking, what a great day! Who cared about work this morning, that was insubstancial to what just happened. My mom, my life, my whole world was saved and there is no news in the entire history of the english language that I can think of that is better than that.

Thank you to all who have been praying for my mom ~ I know each and every one of them was heard and handled by God. And I pray that you never cease to lift her up. The battle has begun and it's not going to be easy. The angels are partying but Satan is pissed. With God anything is possible ~ Let this be a testimony to anyone who is willing to listen. God is awesome, prayer is powerful and togehter we can walk any valley and climb any mountian set in front of us.

Wow. My momma. What a blessing...Indeed.