Bloodtest Test

Well I have this clever little lesson to talk about, but I played a song on YouTube from the new princess Veggie Tale video when I sat down to type. It will make you cry. It is called Beautiful For Me- you can hear it Here. My mom got the DVD for the girls while we were visiting her and the song immediately made me think of the precious little girl God will be bringing into our house. We have been learning how these kids believe they are worthless- exactly the opposite of the way God created them. I will probably drive the little girl God brings to us crazy by playing this song constantly. I also found a wonderful canvas print at Hobby Lobby that has different things we are in God's eyes. It was the last one or I would have been getting them for a few friends. I felt like God just stuck it there for me to find for her. :) I am really fighting typing out the lyrics. Just go listen. It won't take long and it is so worth it. The new video is great too (and it is only $10 at Target!)

Ok, so back to my lesson. Last Fri. (as in yesterday) I had to get some bloodwork done. Travis kept the girls so I could go to the dr. She sent me down the street to the lab. I went in feeling rather chipper and really wanting to be positive and show God's love to these people (even though I had about exhausted my kindness while waiting at the dr. I saw her 5 min., but was there for over an hour) So while I am waiting a young woman came in and said she was there to get some more blood drawn because they had called her because they hadn't drawn enough blood the first time. I was thinking, wow, what an inconvenience. And let's be honest- it isn't most people's favorite thing to do. So anyway, they called me back in just a few minutes. I really don't mind having blood taken if the person knows what they are doing. I felt pretty confident in this man because this is what he does all day. Surely he has got it down. I wasn't really paying attention- he got his stuff ready, cleaned my arm, and got to work. He was not gentle. In fact, my arm is still sore. But I was still smiling and kind and bid him a good day.

Fast forward a few hours- I had layed down because Annika has been up every night because she is sick. So tired. So I was resting. I get a call from the guy. Um, we didn't get enough blood. What? For ONE test. You didn't get enough blood? Well, now I've got to cart my two sick kids down and do it all over. So the whole way there I am thinking- I need to be kind, forgiving, etc. But I keep thinking about the girl who was in there earlier saying the same thing happened. I don't know about you, but I really like when people do a good job at their job. I have very little tolerance for half effort. I know everyone makes a mistake ocassionally, but this had already happened. So I walked in to all of the employees sitting around and no patients waiting. And I can't even make it to the window before I say, "I just don't understand how this happens." I wanted to say a few other things. (we go back- he breaks several OSHA rules that I will spare you of, but it did result in me swabbing my arm with alcohol gel when we got to the car.) He does another pretty lousy job while trying to be friendly. I didn't feel like being friendly.

 Do you think he learned a lesson from me being short with him? What about when I left and I headed straight to the comment box only to find there were no cards? I said on my way out, I guess I'll have to call them- with one of the workers sort of glaring at me. Did I smile? Yes, but while glaring. I showed her didn't I? How come I didn't feel good about when I left? Why did I have to apologize to the girls for my less than Christ like behavior?

Because I failed that test. Anyone can be nice when things are going well and people are doing what you expect. But God wants us to be nice even when it is difficult and doesn't seem like the right thing to do in the moment. I wish I would hurry up and learn this lesson!