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.....