I headed up to my second floor room, put in my key, yellow light. Mmm, I have two keys, tried the second one, yellow light. No problem, sometimes this technology looses its brains so let me go check at the front desk.
Down to the front desk I go, and the sweet lady says, oh, we have to move your rooms, the demolition crew came in early. What! Move rooms?
If you travel much(which I don't normally), you know that there's a set up time to moving into a room, a getting cozy with the room (clothes hung up, toiletries assembled, etc.), and then a tear down time when you check out. In productivity time, about 10 to 15 minutes each way. We only had one more night at this hotel.
You can imagine, here we are, ready to get just a little R&R (it's our right, isn't it?) and we are told we have to move rooms.
Internally, my mind races, I'm a believer, I'm a believer, I shouldn't get upset, but I'm extremely upset, what should I do? After about 45 minutes of getting the new keys, oh, and the elevator stopped working in the middle of all of this, and we were moving from the 2nd floor to the 4th, I was settled in my new room.
Now, here's the question. This is where our faith touches our realty. What should I do? What do you think I did? What should be my response as a believer, representing Christ in all I do? It's my right, I paid for it, to have one room the entire time I was in the hotel. It's my right to get that R&R, even if it was only going to be for an hour, how dare the hotel move me, why didn't they tell me ahead of time. They could have told me this morning when I left? They could have checked us in to another room that was going to be available for the entire stay. Oh, for the mind of Christ in a situation like this.
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