A long time ago, I made a choice which brought great sadness. I share this because I want you to learn from my mistake.
One evening, some friends came by and invited me to go with them very early the next morning to the grave site of a dear friend. When I say very early I mean, before the sun was up.
I don’t know why they even asked me. They know I'm not a “morning person.” Ideally, the sun should rise two hours before me. Besides, I was already depressed. The gravesite was the last place I wanted to be.
I told my friends, Joanna and Mary, “You’re early-risers. I don't want to go. You go ahead.”
Mary and Joanna looked a little disappointed, but I didn’t feel bad about staying home. It had been an extremely stressful week. Someone we loved dearly had died unexpectedly. I had not slept well for several nights. I was exhausted.
So other women went with Joanna and Mary instead of me.
And because of my choice to stay home, I missed something wonderful. Something miraculous!