Can't keep stuff this good to myself

I want to share the most recent adventure that raising support (in order to be a campus missionary at East Caolina University) has taken me on! I had the honor of attending a church function in Kinston a couple days ago and have been bursting at the seams to tell someone about the excellent events which occured... so I've been prompted to blog!

Before I even got out of my car, I saw an elderly woman slam into another car. I fear she hadn't bothered to check her mirrors. I knew it couldn't get much worse... well, I thought it couldn't.

Most everyone knew one another so I just tried following suit, which meant getting my sweet tea, bowl of salad, and dessert before taking my seat... Then a Pastor stood behind the podium to open the meeting and welcome everyone. He mentioned that we should be trained for the retirement community, now that we've learned to get dessert first, and then something about how when we're really old we'll eat our dessert first becasue we may not have room for anything else. Come on people, help me out here! I was dying inside but had to keep cool because I didn't know anybody well enough to giggle with. Then he prayed for our meal and we all went to get our bowl of chilli.

When it came time for someone to present the "Good neighbor of the month" award, a very precious, aged fella' (who may have had his dessert for lunch :-) got behind the podium. He began reading from a sheet, stumbled a bit, then put his glasses on. The glasses did not help much, they seemed to be a bother as he kept hving to push them up his nose. That's about the time I realized the frame of his glasses were missing an arm- or whatever you call that thing that sits on the ear. This just tickled me pink and reminded me of where I was. You see, I have been in the process of raising support well over a year and have recently decided that I will embrace each moment instead of trying to hurry it along. God surely does not go by my time table.

As people were leaving I went to speak with a woman I recognized. We got into a pleasant conversation. I thought I noticed her looking at my scarf, and in preparation to respond to her compliment, I put my hand on my abdomin. Well it turns out she was looking at my belly... and asked, "When are you expecting?" Oh my, I just burst into laughter (something I had been waiting to do for quite some time now) and said, "Oh no, I am not pregnant..." Well of course she felt horrible for calling me "fat" but I continued to laugh in hopes she would not feel bad. Another effort of mine to try and save her from feeling bad was to say, "I would like to be..." So she then askes, "How long have you two been together?" I burst into more laughter and wasn't sure how much worse it could get... luckily we just laughed it off. I told her, "I did eat my whole bowl of chilli" and maybe that was it!