After two months of solid speaking engagements, dinners, small group meetings, doctors appointments, hair appointments, get-togethers with friends, and a variety of other scheduled events, we finally failed to remember a commitment.
This woman slaved all day, undoubtedly grilling her famous marinated steak and chicken, and then she and her sweet husband and three amazing kids sat at the table and waited for us to arrive.
Granted, our excuses were undisputably legit. Daniel had been at the hospital until 5 a.m. the day before with Philip. Daniel was going to Little Rock the following day with Kerry for her prenatal appointment at Childrens' Hospital, because Philip, her husband, is currently laid up in bed with a stent running from his kidney to his bladder and drugged three sheets to the wind.
Needless to say, we are all a little out of it right now (some of us more than others, eh hem). Even still, it pains my heart to think about Ronda Brown and her adorable family sitting around their table, the clock ticking, wondering if they should call, and then finally picking up their forks and eating the meal that was supposed to be for us.
Ronda could not have been more gracious or more understanding on the phone when Daniel called to apologize in 50 million ways. We are blessed to have people like the Browns behind us, loving us inspite of our mistakes, and praying us through these most turbulent of times.