This morning, I swam up the treadmill to get in a 2-mile run shot through with intervals. I had to keep my Janathon streak alive. The early morning gym crowd consisted of an elderly lady and me. I hogged the fan and got to it. I felt good, pacing along. I sped home, got cleaned up, made breakfast and hung out with the kids while Jonathon went to church for early morning worship rehearsal and 2 services.
Then…the text from my brother, who happened to be the drummer today as well as the worship pastor every day.
C: Are you coming in today?
Me: Uh…I’m on next Sunday.
C: No, Sasha said she switched with you. She’s gone today. It’s on the schedule.
Me: (light dawning) Oh no! I switched us back!
C: Great minds 🙂
Me: Sorry! Be there in 10.
So…I threw on some clothes, dashed out the door and later discovered I wore my shirt inside out for both services. Yay! But worship was excellent, the fellowship divine. We celebrated the first communion of 2015. I feel blessed to have been a part of it today. Mistakes, I found, can turn out to be the greatest blessings.