It's been a weekend of discovery. Saturday I attended a portion of a Presbytery women's retreat. I say portion because, typical to my light-headedness (despite my attempts to write it down AND carry the church newsletter calendar around for two weeks in my purse), I went to Wal-Mart Friday night with my youngest son rather than go to the first half of the retreat. I was truly looking forward to that 2-day celebration for women, but as my introduction did promise, I am an airhead!
I felt so dumb as soon as I walked through the doors and all the ladies from the church asked (of course you know they did) "well, there you are, what happened to you last night, did you forget?" Well, I figured I'd try to make the most of it, so I boldly stated "You know how I am, I forgot all about it, I went grocery shopping with my son at Wal-Mart instead!" Then I proceeded to explain all about my attempts at reminding myself...
The ladies at the church smiled and patted me on the back; they are becoming accustomed to my forgetfulness (I'm 43, mind you - they are start about my mother's age).
But what kept me from heading into the ladies room (and staying there!) was the fact that one of the women from the music group/guest speakers gave me a great big hug, her eyes lit up, and she said real loud, in front of all those church ladies "I'm so jealous! I would have given anything to trade you places and go to Wal-Mart with my son!" The joke then became, "Next year when we plan this we will go gather up Kym from Wal-Mart...!"
What fun, and what Christian spirit that young woman exuded to our group, just by that simple action. That is what it's all about, isn't it? I realized yesterday that it truly is the little things, and I have a long way to go to get there.
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