On Those Days When I Need to Be Flexible…

Ask my friends.  I like to be on time.  I like to keep to a schedule.  If someone says they will do something, I expect it to get done.  I live in a country where none of those things are a priority.  Most of the time, I have learned to roll with the punches.  Sometimes I will even invite someone a half hour earlier than I want them to be here so they will be closer to being on time.  When I am dealing with local friends, I have much more patience and understanding.  When I am dealing with expat friends, not so much.   In my mind, they should know better.  But working as part of a team has its good points and its bad.  Yes, I might have made it to the hair appointment on time if I went by myself.  But the experience is much more fun when done with friends.  Yes, they should have planned their other appointments better but then we do live in a country where something that should take 30 minutes will take an hour.  So here I wait for my ride to come.  Maybe we will get there.  Maybe not.  Right now I am praying for grace and love to enjoy the day God has given me even if it is not quite what I expected it to be.  But I am still holding out some hope I will get my hair cut today.  On a positive note, the saloon is run by local ladies who won’t be stressed that we are an hour or so later than we said we would be.  On a another note, I am faced with some attitudes that still need worked on just when I thought I was being more flexible….