Ummm...I'm not so sure I did get the message. Last night I sat down to compose this blog, worked on it for at least 30 minutes, clicked on "publish" only to find out that just the first two sentences were available to publish. So I sat here wondering what the deal was. How did that happen? I concluded that it wasn't meant for me to publish that blog, I was too tired to type it over again anyway, so I abandoned the idea and posted some lame status on Facebook instead.
Now this morning I decide that yes, I will take the time to retype that blog. I had invested about 15 minutes in it when I apparently clicked on the wrong key on my keyboard when holding down on the shift key and it all disappeared---AGAIN!!!
Now, here's my dilema...do I try again or do I take these two "signs" as indications that for some reason, it was not meant for me to post what I thought was going to be a clever blog? Hmmm...what to do? What to do? Okay, because you're reading this as I type, you know that I've already made my decision. But I didn't make it too hastily--I mulled it over in my mind for at least 5 minutes. Bear with me, if you read this whole thing, you'll understand why.
It all started Saturday morning at my grandkids' football/soccer games. I'm sitting on a blanket with my daughter when I see this little red-headed girl coming towards us. I say, "Ginger alert"--you know, just trying to let my daugher know that I'm "hep" to the term. My daughter just about lost it though--the little girl belonged to her friend who was standing there beside us who did indeed hear me. Oh well...you can't suck them words back in--they're out there. A short time later, one of the kids from the opposing team really does a fine job of scoring on us. I say, "Wow, that little girl is good!" No biggie, right? Except that it was a little boy and his parents were sitting on the other side of us. My daughter has now asked me to leave--jokingly...I think. And there was one more, but I don't want to even get into that one--if you're really curious, message me on FB.
So now it's Sunday and I'm at WCC, my church, where I was on "duty" as a 1st Sunday Hospitality Team member. Our team "circles up" to have a brief meeting (or a meeting to be briefed) before we move into action. Missy, our awesome leader, starts by asking how everyone is doing. Most people respond by saying, "Good", "Great", "Fine". Well, I started telling Missy about how my back has been hurting--she asked, right? Now she gives me "the look" and walks across the circle to stand by someone else and then announces to everyone, "Never sit next to Sharon in a church service, she will embarass the heck out of you". We all laugh, right? She was being funny...right?
Well, I'm not so sure. About an hour later I was on my break--yes Missy, I needed a break--you know how being nice just drains me sometimes. So, I go to the coffee bar to get a cup of coffee and a donut. As I approach the counter, the guy behind it says, "Uh oh, here comes trouble". To which I reply, "How rude!!" Now I know the guy is messing with me--I don't know him personally, but we've bantered back and forth before. We chatted a bit about having like personalities and then he says, "I don't care what other people say, I like you anyway". I laugh (I am on duty remember) but it's not like I haven't heard that one before. So now I head over to another area to eat the donut, drink the coffee and finish my break. As I'm headed back to my designated area, I see this group of men looking at me...kind of funny like. So I say, "Were you guys talking about me or something?" And one of them says, "Well, I was just telling these guys that I don't care what other people say, I like you anyway". SERIOUSLY?!!! Twice in one day?! Twice in about 15 minutes?!! Are people really talking about me? Should I care? Well, we always care, right? The good news is, the sentence ended with, "I like you anyway". : )
Now, fast forward to being in the church service. Missy was nice enough to invite me to sit with her family inspite of me being me--and you'd think she'd know better. The first thing she says to me as Shawn steps up onto the platform is, "Today is Shawn's birthday". Which I did know at one time, but had forgotten. So, I say, "We ought to sing Happy Birthday to him". She smiles and says something like, "That would be cool". Missy talks like that a lot. So I start singing Happy Birthay and the whole congregation joins in. It was cool and Missy even told me I was forgiven for my earlier behavior. Yes!!
And now pastor Shawn's message...James 3:3-11 the "taming of the tongue". 6 "...the tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body." Really? Was it possible that Shawn was able to switch messages instantly, right there on the spot as he saw me enter the worship center? I know he does have some unexplainable powers, but seriously? But again, there is good news within this message. 8 "....but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison." I'm not a man, I'm a woman. You'd have to assume that if "no man" can tame his tongue, it would be virtually impossible for a woman!! I think it even says that somewhere in the Bible, but don't quote me.
So, did I get the message or not? Will I make a miraculous change overnight? Don't hold your breath. I mean, twice I got signs that I should not even be posting this blog, but I did anyway.
I'm thinking that it might be easier to change everyone else--they need to be less sensitive. Oops, I think I did it again!!
@Sharon Hutchens #bitingmytongue
Monday, April 8, 2013
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