I never spell caffeine right the first time. I think that’s because I usually just ingest it and don’t think about how to spell it. And if I’m writing about it, it probably means that I am hoping to get some into my system or I’ve had an overload of it.
Yesterday was a good example of an overload.
Coffee at breakfast – approximately 170 mg (at my house, we make it STRONG!)
Tea while during homework and waiting for a phone call to tell me when I could begin my miracle babysitting job – about 50 mg
Dr. Pepper at 6’o clock while I’m babysitting/helping do behind-the-scenes work at a Pakistani fashion show – 28 mg
the black tea with lots of milk and sugar in it that someone brought me while I sat in the back room with a sleeping three-year-old – about 50 mg
That’s quite a bit of caffeine. And let me tell you, it was all necessary.
Remember the promise of a 14-hour babysitting job that I had on Friday? I was supposed to get a phone call about that around 10 am on Saturday. So, when 10:00 came and went, I called one of two ladies who had called me on Friday. There was much confusion and I was told a jumble of things “plane got in late last night…” “still definitely need you…” “call you when she wakes up…”
At this point I don’t know exactly whose child I’m watching since I’ve talked to three different people on the phone – one of whom thought my name was Sheila, who I eventually found out was the child’s mother… the least informed of the bunch – and none of them claim that it’s their little boy.
By 1:15, however, a plan was laid down. Meet at an event center, watch child til around midnight, oh and can you be here by 2:00?
Yes, yes I can.
So I pack a bag with a book, a granola bar, an extra shirt just in case I need to look a little bit neater, my iPod, my phone, and my wallet. After frenziedly looking up the address and snagging my keys and my dad’s GPS (affectionately named Balto, after the Alaskan sled dog), Audrey and I set out to meet our charge for the evening.
As I was going out the door, my dad said, “there’s a fashion show at this place tonight. Maybe your employer’s a model!”
Ten and a half hours later (I’ll do the math for you, it’s a little after midnight now), I park Audrey in our driveway and bring in my bag (including a much fuller wallet) to tell my parents about my great experience at this Pakistani fashion show, watching an adorable child, steaming beautifully designed Pakistani dresses (designed by the child’s mother… she wasn’t a model, but rather a high-end designer) for some rather air-headed and snotty models, and packing up the dresses after the show was done.
Everyone was friendly, everyone was amazed at the strange way that I got the job. (“so, how did you get hired?” “Oh, one of my friends referred me to a woman who the event planner’s mom knows.” “So you’ve never met this kid before?” “Nope.”)
God is faithful. He gave me a job from nice people who overpaid me and told me to look them up on Facebook because they love me.
On another note, I was thinking about all those passages in scripture that promise that someone won’t come to harm. “the sun will not harm you by day nor the moon by night.” “The Lord will watch over your life.” “so shall I be saved from mine enemies.” “You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.”
Great promises, one and all. I started thinking, though, that in the context of my life today, those promises are not made to me. They were made to David and the Israelites and other people, respectively. They were a specific promise to a specific person for some reason. I’m not saying that no promises in the Bible apply to me, but a lot of the ones that people quote as reasons why they won’t ever be harmed weren’t written for them. Or me, for that matter.
It made me want to know those people better, you know, those who God promised kingdoms, victories, protections, children in old age. It made me want to know what qualified them to receive promises from God, specific declarations of what He would do for them.
And be like them.
As for God, His way is perfect; the word of the Lord is proven; He is a shield to all who trust in Him. Psalm 18:30