Sometimes I have to work on Sundays. It's normally because I have a deadline and my dumb self couldn't figure it out before then. Every year, there are two large moments when I inevitably will hit a deadline that means me working on Sunday. Quarterly, it's usually when financials are due, but annually, it's when our tax information is due.
A few Sundays ago.. I was feeling quite dreadful, knowing that there was so much to data input and then analyze, and that I'd have to figure out how to reconcile it without too big of a difference. On Saturday night... late.. I had about a 60K difference, a small number from my days of auditing big companies where materiality was more, but a large number for me now. I was dumbfounded. Frustrated. Defeated. Sad. Depressed. And sick to top it off!
On Sunday morning... still coming off a rough cough and illness, I suggested to my husband that since I wasn't teaching that weekend, and since Jordan was still getting over a cold himself, that maybe we should stay home and rest. Deep down, I had plans of reconciling the bum out of that spreadsheet.... I had some hesitation. But really, I just kept thinking how great it would be to sit down and figure out the spreadsheet with three hours of church time.
I was lounging around in the morning with Jordan when he asked me where Daddy was. I said, "Daddy is showering so he can go to Church." Jordan then declared, "I want to go to Church too!" That sort of kicked me in the butt a little. I realized.... I was sick, but I had been sick, and had been doing a lot of things while sick. If anything, I should go to Church, avoid working and renew myself spiritually, and hopefully the Lord would help me out with my huge reconciling difference. I also realized that Jordan was his messenger for me that morning, reminding me that there really wasn't a good reason NOT to go to Church. So I put the stress of a spreadsheet I still hadn't figured out aside, got my boys dressed, got dressed myself, and surprised Andy who thought we were staying home to recuperate.
Church was good. Nothing life changing, but good nevertheless. But what happened after really shocked me and continues to be yet another reason I know coincidences are just part of the Lord's way of showing us He's there and aware of us. I got home.. we ate lunch... the boys went to sleep (all three of them) and then I sat down with the dreadful spreadsheet again. For some reason, I had an inkling that the error was in the gross wages... so I started investigating that area. I did some ticking and tying and the next thing I knew... I had my difference from 60K down to less than 1k. It was indeed a miracle. I was still sick.. but Jordan didn't have a fever anymore that day and both of us were on the road to recovery.
Sometimes... I think it's easy to be tempted to stay home... to do it on your own even if it means trying over and over again. But other times... if we realize the Lord can help us more than we can ourselves... we save a lot of time and energy. I truly believe the Lord consecrates our efforts... helps us where we can't. I'm not saying don't try and just rely completely on the Lord to do everything, but that if we put in a bit of effort the Lord will make up for where we lack. I do believe in that and humble testify to it happening in my life a few Sundays ago when staying home to work felt more appealing than going to Church.
But the real reason I am blogging at 12 AM is because we just came home from cleaning the Temple. Now let me tell you something... cleaning the Temple at 10 PM on a weeknight? I was not in good graces when my husband told me he had signed us up. In fact, I was a bit irate. Really? Doesn't he know I work at night when everyone's asleep? Plus, I had to make some changes to the very spreadsheet mentioned above and send it to my bossman tonight. So that just meant I'd go to the Temple with Andy, come home and then work. So off I went. Very begrudgingly. I vacuumed for a long time. On a really clean carpet and squealed with joy every time I saw a piece of lint get sucked up. I sweated. I got bored. I wondered if we were done yet. My eyes got misty with fatigue and boredom but I kept at it. And then we left to go home. I started working on my spreadsheet almost immediately when we got home... and within 10 minutes, it was done. WOW.
Pretty dang awesome if you ask me.