Sometimes I Wish I Had God's Perspective

Now, there are many, many reasons why I wish that I had God's perspective. If only I could see with His eyes. But this weekend, I think He had to have been just shaking His head laughing at His children on Friday night. Well, a group of specific children who were gathered at Casa de Rushing to celebrate our freedom. We all gathered late afternoon for fun and food. It was a relaxing afternoon of just "being". It's been a long year and just "being" with friends just doesn't come around nearly enough because the topic of conversation usually centers around stuff with church. I obviously wasn't a part of every conversation, but I don't know that church stuff even came up once. We were just glad to be among friends. We decided after we finished eating to play a game. Every now and then, someone would look at the clock on say that it was getting close to the time we should leave for the drive to the fireworks. And so we continued playing. "Hm, it's getting a little close." "Okay, one more round." "Well, should we go?" "Okay, we have enough time. One more round."

Then. All of a sudden. It's as if we had never looked at the clock before. I'm not even sure how to describe it. But pandamonium broke out. You would have thought we just heard that the President was going to pass by and we had to get everything in order before he came by in about 4.3 seconds. Casa de Rushing is not a small house. It's very comfortable. But it quickly became very small as all of a sudden, like an alarm went off, we realized we had no time to get everything put away, children ready and loaded in vans, say goodbye to all, etc., etc., etc. . . I think at that point God had to be looking down and wondering if He was looking at mice on speed or something. We kept running around . . . and running around . . . "gotta get the kids shoes on . . . oh wait, we need to put the food up . . . hey grab the chairs . . . it was great seeing you . . . and we'll need a blanket . . . how about some water to take . . . the boys still don't have their shoes on . . . no, don't go out that door . . . this was fun . . . please get in the van . . . ok, where are we going to meet . . . please get in the van . . . thanks for coming over . . . have the Inmans left yet . . . can I ride with you . . . where's the bug spray . . . ok, where are we meeting . . . has cathybell left . . . please, just get. in. the. van . . . did we get the water . . . oh, wait, I forgot the chairs" . . . . . . . . all of this happened in the span of oh, maybe, 2 mins!! Everybody finally was out of the house and headed east to the fireworks. Whew! Happy Birthday America!