Bypassed Blessings

My day was chaotic today. In fact, when I really think about it, that could be the default opening sentence in any blog, journal or bulletin I ever write in. I am worn down. My patience well had dried up close to the very same moment I heard the alarm go off this morning. 

Near the end of dinner (and the end of my rope, for that matter), I knew we had plans to meet the president of Tiny Hands Nepal, Bishnu, who had just flown in from India. This was something that I was looking forward to very much, but my exhaustion, fatigue and frustration had taken me by the throat and suffocated the life out of me. I found myself starting to make excuses to stay home with the kids and rationalizing with the idea that I would certainly see him at one of our other planned meetings this weekend. Why did it have to be TONIGHT of all nights?

Because I didn't have the strength to come up with a decent enough excuse to skip out, I ended up brushing my hair, changing my clothes and I went to meet him. It wasn't two minutes into meeting him and hearing him talk that I was slapped in the face with my selfish ways and foolish pride. 

Bishnu is one of those people in life with whom you meet and fall instantly in love with. His joy, his passion, his love for children and for the Lord, his dedication and commitment to prayer and the obvious faith and trust in God was absolutely magnetic. He offered up a prayer at the end our meeting and all I could think to myself is what a fool I was to have even given the glimpse of a thought to not meeting with him tonight. It truly would have been a bypassed blessing!!!