Monday night I had the opportunity to speak at Evergreen Baptist Church in Tulsa, OK. It was such a sweet time of fellowship as I was able to meet with some of the ladies that make gifts for our trips, go, pray, and support our missionaries on the field. Also I was able to make some new acquaintances and had several women step-up that are prayerfully considering traveling with us this fall or in the spring of next year.
This brings me to this bit of information. The slots are starting to fill up for the teams to Southeast Asia, Mexico, and Greece. Please contact me at email@example.com soon if you are interested in going and/or know someone who might be. I will be glad to come to your church location if you would like for me to share with your women how they can be involved in going or just being a part of a trip without leaving the country.
The above part of the blog was the ‘what a joy’ part. But this is the ‘good laugh’ part....
Monday as I was coming into Tulsa, Deb, our logistics person was at the hospital with her husband and mother-in-law who was having shoulder replacement surgery. I headed that direction because we were going to ride together to my speaking time since I was staying the night with them. Well, as life would have it, I was busy thinking about my thoughts as I was driving along and I ended up in the wrong lane to go forward at a busy intersection. So I honked at the guy to the left of me to see if he might let me pull in front of him when the light changed which would put me in the correct lane. He gave me a hand signal like “show me the money and I will”, which off course ticked me off because I wasn’t in the mood for stupidness; didn’t he know I had a church function I was going to speak at. In the meantime while I was dealing with Mr. Show Me the Money, the car behind me was laying on their horn because of course I was blocking the lane that would allow them to go ahead and turn right on red. Where is the compassion; didn’t they have enough sense to know I made a mistake and it was obvious? And yes, I was in Oklahoma with my Arkansas license plate showing. Well, the light changed and Mr. Show Me the Money let me go in front of him at which time the girl in the car behind me swooshed by on the right close enough for me to be able to tell what color eye shadow she had on as she gave me the proverbial hand sign. Now at that second I lifted my hands up as to say, “sorry” - after all I was on my way to a church speaking engagement, but while my hands were lifted up in the pose of “sorry” my ‘flesh hands’ and body were secretly out the window and fastened tightly around her little neck shouting “What is wrong with you? Do you really think I wanted to be stuck in the wrong lane with Mr. Show Me The Money and you leaning on your horn while I know I’m stopping up your passage way!” And again I reminded myself “you are speaking at a church tonight; gather your flesh and put it under the control of the Holy Spirit and for Pete’s Sake, pay attention to what lane you are supposed to be in from now on.”
Just a little true story to remind us all that apart from Him we are one big mess!!!
Love you All…