Fabulous Friday Feature-Glitches, Issues, Inconveniences

My sweet guest didn't show.

I can't help but wonder what happened.

I hope everything is okay for her.

In fact, I almost hope she was so busy she forgot about coming today rather than she have a problem.

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Have you had this happen that to you? You made arrangements to be somewhere then--due to something crazy or sickness, or Aunt Polly calling to chat for three hours and you know how difficult it is to get her off the phone, or a flat tire, or, well, there are tons of these types of glitches that vaporize any memory of the arrangements.

And when you remember you feel really bad.

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I'm not even going to tell you who the author is...because when she remembers and emails me--the poor thing will probably lavish her apologies--I'm going to ask her to reschedule. I'm convinced she has a wonderful testimony to share with us.

So, for this weekend, let's share verses, sayings, thoughts, etc. that we can use to pull us back on our feet when glitches, issues, and inconveniences barge into our life and take over what we had planned.

If you can't think of one, simply say howdie do! It's so much fun to read each other's comments :)

Comments

Janice said…

Hi, Mary! I was having trouble posting on your site for awhile. I will see if this takes without a 'glitch'.

You are being so kind regarding your guest's no show. It will be interesting for you to hear what happened.

You did an invite to me on Linkedin and that spurred me onward to start building up my connections on there. Thank you!

04:45

Mary Vee Storyteller said…

Guess what everyone. She just wrote me and the poor thing has been dealing with family/hospital issues. She was so apologetic. So let's be sure to pray for the guest who was scheduled for today.

06:04

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