The Play that Goes Wrong

If you’ve ever crossed time zones, you know how quickly life can feel off — way off!

We left Austin at 12:43 p.m., hopped to Dallas, then flew nine hours to London — arriving at 8:30 a.m. their time — but 2:30 a.m. in our Texas bodies. Oh, we were determined to push through. And we did — sort of.

After a full day, we headed to our hotel. I worked on my next blog while Carl took a “short nap.”
An hour later, he sat up, fully dressed, flung open the curtains and announced, “Time to start the day!”
I said, “Carl — it’s still night. You only took a little nap!”

About that time, I stepped into the shower — only to be greeted by ice-cold water and a knob that refused to cooperate. I jumped out faster than I went in — nearly slipping my way to glory. Lord, have mercy!

We laughed until we cried.

A day later, we headed out to see the play, “The Play That Goes Wrong” at the Duchess Theatre — a stage full of falling floors, doors that fell off their hinges, missed lines, and total chaos.

And somehow — it worked. And, isn’t that just like us?

We miss cues. We slip. We say the wrong thing. But God —
“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” (Proverbs 16:9)

Now aboard the MS Nieuw Statendam, we’ve seen places like Rotterdam — once devastated by war, now rebuilt with strength and purpose.

Not the same — but stronger.
Maybe that’s the message: Life may go wrong — but we don’t stay there.

We press on. We rise up. We trust the One who is perfect –even when we are not.

Because with God, nothing is wasted.
Not a misstep. Not a mistake. Not even a slippery shower moment.

So thankful our faithful God always gets it right. And we keep pressing on and keeping going!