It'll Make a Good Blog Entry
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Picture it with me. It's a lovely Friday. I am glancing over some notes for an eschatology question and answer session and starting to work on a talk for a retreat in a few weeks. I have on great jeans and a cute top from Cold Water Creek. These things help me study. :-)
I have this habit of saying sassy (the funny kind) things to my husband and running off. That Friday I did that very thing. . .and I caught my toe on the baby bouncer and snap! Toe broke. Eschatology thing went well after that (in my opinion). It's 9:30 p.m. and I pick up my friend Christine to go to Samaj's birthday party. One block away a belt breaks on my car.( Denbigh was leading worship at T Bar M). There we are stranded on a street corner at night (Yes, I had on 4 inch stilettos). We get a ride home. Denbigh comes home. There's a psychotic 40 pound rabid raccoon in the garage charging at the door!
Day Two: Mark McDaid was the one who took my car to his house right by where I broke down and took me home. The next day his wife, Shelly calls us and tells us that he bought the parts and fixed my car (easily a several hundred dollar job). He won't let us pay him. Amazing. Kind. I think to myself that my string of weird attack is over.
Next time I think this, I will immediately put on a helmet.
Christine and I decided to have a do over night out since we never made it to Samaj's party and we head out to see Becoming Jane at the theatre. I get my happy buttered popcorn and drink and head into the movie. I would love to tell you that a baby cried the whole time or a fight broke out, but this was not my funny experience. I turned the corner on the row we were to sit on . . . and mind you there were no signs it had just been mopped. Can you see where this is going? Oh yeah, I slammed into the concrete floor. Both my feet turned backwards, I hit the entire left side of my body, and my head on the cup holder. By the end of the movie I am throbbing head to toe. Christine is dying laughing. I am wondering why the enemy is trying to kill me...and we go looking for the manager. The pain has gotten ridiculous. It is radiating up my spine all the way to my left eye ball. I told my husband I was going to call and tell Texas Cinemas I would settle out of court for a new Mercedes, 300 movie passes, and a bucket of that popcorn butter. I don't even know if Christine liked the movie? What did you think, Christine?
Here's my theory: Keep your eye on what God is doing over here. I am under such attack that I must be about to enter into a profoundly fruitful season! I love God. As I am getting to serve more in a public way, He always tells me to do things to keep me humble...like ask to clean other people's bathrooms or rub their feet. How'd you like to make that call? Um, can I come scrub your toilet??
I am reading
My Friend Anne got an article about Jesus in
The Austin American Statesman:
ps I didn't even drop one piece of popcorn.
I love this twirly skirt. It is another great Cold Water Creek purchase. It's name: Poetry in Motion