San Francisco Debaucle

Sometimes when nothing works out, God is at work. Today was one of those days. It was raining, Kev was sleeping late and I had to wake him up to take me to SF. I promised my daughter to go there and get her tickets for Les Mis for her birthday. I had checked a website and spoken with someone about the surety of the box office open today. Kev took me there and went to part the car. After twenty minutes, it never opened and it was passed the time when that was supposed to have happened. We called and they said this is the only day this week they are closed. When I last spoke with them today was the only day they would be open. Something got lost in the translation. We ended up visiting Buca di Bepo, a cherished restaurant. After waiting thirty minutes for the to-go order, I called Kev to pull up in front and pick me up. While he was doing that. A man out of his delivery truck smiled at me and greeted me kindly. I had no idea who he was. He said he goes to my church and thanked Kevin at I for the work we do there. I was very thankful for the encouragement. Kev drove up and I got in. When we were on the Bay Bridge, I noticed the pizza I had ordered was gone. After a phone call, I realized I had left it there when I set everything down to situate myself after being given the order. Wow. Talk about a fuzzy brain. Yes, last week was amazingly busy, but a lot went wrong today. Yet, Kevin gave a homeless man some money and I was encouraged to keep up the church work, so it wasn't a waste at all. I'm thankful that His ways are not my ways and His thoughts are not my thoughts. Thanks Lord for your agenda when mine is an epic fail.