Wearing a Little Blush

It was a lazy morning. The clock read 7:30 am. I knew I should get up, but the covers wrapped their warm arms around my shoulders and convinced me to stay just a little longer. It was just about eight o'clock when I heard Jasmine bark downstairs. I hopped out of bed and looked out the window into the driveway. Was that Bryan's car? What was he doing here at eight instead of eight-thirty? It took me just a few seconds to recall that he had asked yesterday morning if he could drop Troy off a little early today. "Blush" I grabbed my seldom used robe from behind the bathroom door, threw it over my pj's, and headed down the stairs to answer the door. "Where was James when I needed him? In the barn working. Where were my kids? Still sleeping." In my humbled state, I welcomed Troy inside and Bryan laughed at my embarrassment and forgetfulness. It was a good thing I hadn't climbed into the shower five minutes earlier! I started to wonder if I had recently prayed for humility or if God was just continuing to answer an old prayer.