I am feeling so spoiled right now. I’m at a beautiful beach hotel in Florida. True, I feel quite out of place, especially in the gift shop where one dress costs more than a grocery trip, but I’m enjoying every moment.
This morning, instead of going downstairs for breakfast, I tried room service. The prices were the same and I heard that room service would be faster (the restaurant took a while yesterday, and we were late to our first meeting.)
So, the sweet lady walked in with my tray this morning and wanted to check my breakfast to make sure the order was correct. When she tried to take off the lid, food went everywhere.
She gasped. Mortification swam over her face. “I’m so sorry,” she squeaked over and over.
I had a choice. My reaction was going to make or break her day. As if I were at home, I shrugged and started cleaning up the mess. “Don’t worry. This kind of thing happens to me all the time. I only wish my dog were here. She’d love this.”
When she came back with more food, I stopped her. “Listen, you got the worst part of your day out of the way. Don’t worry about this at all. It can only go up from here.”
I wanted to tell her something more–Jesus loves us despite our mistakes and dropped trays and all the other junk in our lives, but she was already in the hall, running to her next job. So, I just gave her the greatest measure of grace I could. She knows I am here with a Christian organization, so perhaps I was able to preach without words.
I hope your day is full of grace, my friends, and let the scrambled eggs fall where they may.