Well, it looks like I am going to be on the Children’s Sunday School committee, because clearly I am insane. I should be on medication. Can anyone say glutton for punishment?
Why oh why won’t the Lord let me run and hide? Why do I have to be on a committee with people who have hurt me in the past? People who’ve shunned my child because of her allergy?
And I don’t really like committees. I am a worker bee. Give me a job and I’ll do it, but I don’t want to plan and organize and recruit and tell others what to do. I don’t like to be the leader. I am a total follower.
I think the Lord is trying to grow and stretch me. I don’t like to grow and stretch. Sigh.
The first committee meeting is in two weeks. So I have two weeks to fret.
Sir D suggested I show up at the first committee meeting with cookies. In Sir D’s world, cookies solve all problems. I think I might actually do it. You know, buy them off with sweets. Sounds like a good plan to me.
(Anyone else see the irony there? Buying off the SS committee with snacks because they won't stop serving snacks in SS? hehehehe)