I made it to Sunday School on time- a huge accomplishment for me. I know I should do better, I
try – really. But even with older teen/young adult children in the
house there's STILL that last minute shoe-hair-make-up-keys
emergency that throws me off.
Yesterday I made it on time –
because I had to get up two hours earlier to drive my husband to
Macon BUT STILL – I made it and that is the point.
Not really the point but it's
significant. At church as I walked down the hallway and saw the friend who
teaches my class I made sure to make a joke of my being on time –
it wasn't lost on her I'm sure. As the words were leaving her mouth -
“we're gonna join this class because there's a missionary here to
share with us” - as my friend was speaking I walked into the room. What I saw, if I'm being
honest, gave me a little....jolt. So many thoughts through my
mind.
First: – Okay....WHAT
in the world????!!!!
Next: – That's
horrible Deanna, STOP IT!!
And: – But she's
HERE!! That's good.
Lastly: – Still
I'm uncomfortable with this. I don't want to
admit it.....