Thankfully, (he) did not cut the cheese at dinner last night. And while (he) may have been “joking” don’t put it past him to bring up a poop story or something equally as awkward to ease the tension. And while my face burns with embarrassment, I must admit that (his) boldly bizarre tactics actually fulfill their purpose; a good laugh about poop and people start talking openly and freely.
Dinner went well last night. we took some time before our guests arrived and prayed together about the evening. I needed that for myself more than anything…
Tuesday was stressful. I woke up on Tuesday more than slightly worn out from a busy weekend. Club is on Tuesday’s. I only had one Leader that night. Since there were only two of us, I had to pick up a “bus” full of kids literally from one end of town to another. I was crabby. Really crabby. To top it off, I got lost. I had to turn around and found myself at the intersection of 1st Ave and Edgewood Road. It was there that my finger (and not my pointer) was waving itself at some other vehicle. I hadn’t done that in years, and I pray that the poor woman has forgotten it. I am ashamed and I am sorry and people… that is who I am without Christ.
Sometimes life gets busy and I get tired and things don’t go as planned… and when I stop relying on Him… no matter how hard I try, I just can’t handle things on my own. Thus, it was good to pray before dinner last night. It went well. I was not crabby, and so my finger behaved (thankfully, because that probably isn’t the best way to make friends or keep them coming back to Wednesday Night’s).
