Special Memories

...watching Love Story at the Lake Air Cinema with my best friend, and both of us crying so hard we could barely see to walk out of the theatre.
...the moment I realized that my husband loved me more than I'd ever been loved before.
...telling my mother that I loved her before we hung up the phone.
...my brother's laughter when I shared my most embarassing moment with him.
...making the decision NOT to jump out of the plane, even with a parachute on.
...the way my little doggie Emmett was stingy with my attention.
...meeting Emmitt Smith and telling him that I named my son after him.
...laughing with my cousin because we identify with each other's calamities.

There are levels of embarassment!

Until recently the most embarassing moment of my life was when I was in the sixth grade and I rambled on and on about how ridiculous a girl's hairdo was, then discovered that her brother was one of the people that I was talking to. I hid in the bathroom until my girl friend was ready to leave and came to get me.

But I've now topped that. I'm only speaking of it to try to disarm the strength of its sting. I'll be brief because this will be like ripping off a bandaid. I came out of the restroom, and walked into a meeting with toilet paper hanging out the back of my pants. YES, ITS TRUE!!! Can people die from being too embarassed? Maybe so, because I'm still mortif ied when I think of it.

After careful and intense scrutiny of the situation, I know why it happened, and I deserved it. The good news about that is, that when I get too lofty God reminds me how human I am. I lost touch with humility and gratitude for a bit, and knew that I needed to reel myself back in, but thought I'd take care of it later. Well, I waited too long and God took control. Not that God put that toilet paper in my pants, but He does let things happen to keep me in check.When God is disciplining me, I'm okay. It means that He is close enough to me that I'm listening. I didn't hear the whisper, so He yelled.

I may survive this terrible event in my life, but I'll never be the same. I've been changed in a profound way. I'm a better person, all because of a 16" strip of toilet paper!!

Side bar: If you find that you can no longer be friends with someone that has walked around with toilet paper hanging out the back of her pants, I'll understand. If it happened to you, I may rethink our relationship also. But, if you find that this tragic event touched you in a special way, please comment to this blog and let me know how you feel.

Things that just aren't so....

...if you step on a crack, you'll break your mother's back
...sticks and stones will break my bones but WORDS WILL NEVER HURT ME

What would you like to come back as?

I'd like to come back as a butterfly because:

• Butterflies are always admired for their fragile beauty.
• No one ever swats a butterfly.
• A butterfly's life is short enough that before I knew it, I'd be asking myself "What would you like to come back as?"

I definately don't want to come back as:

• a man. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love 'em...but I'm smart enough to know that girls have an advantage.
• a cat. I don't trust them. I'd hate to think that I didn't trust ANY of my friends.
• anything that is eaten by humans. Especially lobsters, they boil them alive AAAAHHHH!!

Joy is my favorite word.

Joy is my favorite word because it is what I get from having a personal relationship with God. When I'm filled with the Holy Spirit, all is right with the world. I believe what Jesus said: John 14:15-21, because I experience it.