Once upon a Sunday morning

Sunday, April 10th began as any normal Sunday. The boys and I woke up long before the sun and were dressed and ready in record time. Church now starts 15 minutes earlier, so call time for the worship team and choir has naturally followed suit. But I was prepared. I had planned ahead and we even made it to church early. Even with a hubby who works on Sundays, my boys and I have a tried and true system to get out the door and in the car by 5:30 am. I was feeling pretty good, honestly.
We made it through sound check and were rehearsing in the greenroom while I kept my eyes on the time. The boys kept asking me if it was time to go to class yet and I kept telling them that we had plenty of time. We didn't. By this time my brain had switched back to our old start time.
When I deemed it time to go to class, the boys and I hustled upstairs to the children's ministry building where they all decide they have to go potty. After a not so quick pit stop, I finally got them all in class and ran back down to the sanctuary. Much to my horror, I entered the greenroom only to see no one. Yes, that is correct. Everyone was on stage and I was not.
I took off running, almost knocking over our guest musician. (Fun way to be introduced to someone). I call back an apology and keep running down the black hallway behind the stage, hoping the band doesn't start playing because if they did, I'd be out of luck. (It is very dark in that hallway. I'm lucky I didn't fall flat on my face.)
I make it to the side curtain and walk as fast as I can, attempting to maintain a look of calm, across the stage alone, and climb the risers as fast as I can. In my rush, I bumped into a fellow alto which sent her whirling around and almost knocked her off completely. All in front of a congregation who was waiting for church to start.

But.......

I made it!

I was out of breath,

but I made it!

I knocked two people over,

but I was there!



And that is what happened once upon a Sunday morning.