So this past week my cousin Meridith, who you may remember from these exhilarating posts, moved in to town. I'm excited, I will admit. Finally, after living in Tennessee for 14 years I have family that I can call on...to pick my child up from daycare when my hair appointment runs long...come over and eat cookie dough with me when the Attorney General is at one of those dadblasted NASCAR thingies...and tell me the truth when I'm trying on clothes in the Dillard's dressing room.
So this week her and her brother, Brandon, have come in to town to look for apartments (I'm singing inside just a little. I cannot lie.). and so we spent all of yesterday looking for an apartment.
Here is the space where I was going to wax eloquent on our search for the perfect apartment; one that had a spacious closet, a view of the pool, nice light fixtures, a pool table in the club-house, some privacy and security, and a wall big enough to hold a 92" flat-screen.
But as I sit here beside her tonight she INSIST that I instead write about her favorite moment of the entire weekend.
Yes, you heard me right. She is moving to a new state! Looking for a new apartment! Trying out new churches! Meeting new friends! Applying for exciting jobs in exciting locations! And yet her favorite moment of the entire weekend was the moment I tried to sit down at the table at our local Mexican restaurant and missed the chair. ENTIRELY.
Today's lesson can be found in James 4:6:
I'm not above needing a good lesson every now and then. I can readily admit this. But why does God have to remind us of humility in such a humiliating way?
Sunday after church we made our way into our favorite place for cheese dip. I entered as I usually do...the AG says it looks like I am running for mayor...I wave and chat and stop and talk and shake hands and kiss babies...you know, the usual. Then I mistakenly hang my big, beautiful, 44 pound diaper bag on the back of the chair.
I have to say the next part is a bit of a blur, but suffice it to say the chair flipped over before I even knew it. And as I went to sit I ended up being stuck - VIOLENTLY - as I landed on the four metal legs of the chair.
I kid you not, I have big horrific bruises to show for it. And I would be glad to show them to you for a small fee.
The only thing that stopped me from literally ending up flat on the floor is that my chin got caught on the table.
It all happened so fast that all I could imagine was that this was it, "this is the moment that I have been fearing...my legs have given out on me. I have lost all control of my legs. Thanks to these thighs they have had to tote around all these years I have officially lost any ability in my legs."
Oh, no. I'm not a "glass is half empty" kind of girl at all, am I?
So there you have it. Mer's favorite part of their last five days in their new state? Me. Picking myself up off the floor of the local Mexican restaurant while members of my church body clapped.
I always was a sucker for applause.