I mentioned before that I participate in a women's bible study on Wednesday mornings. Today was our last meeting before taking a break for the summer. Like any good church-goin' women, that meant food. Since we finished our study last week, this week we decided to have a brunch and time of fellowship.
Let me tell you that these brunches are GOOD! We may all live north of the Mason-Dixon line, but these ladies can COOK! There's always a ton of good food and it's so nice to spend time together chatting, sharing, praying and laughing.
Anyway, I've been working like a maniac trying to get our home ready for an open house this evening. That resulted in me forgetting until 10:00 last night that we had this brunch today and I needed to cook something. ARGH!!!
Now because of the whole house selling/house building process, I haven't done a proper grocery store run in about two weeks. My cupboards are pretty bare. I truly did not have the ingredients to make something. Not even a box of Krustez Blueberry Muffin Mix - my old standby for just such emergencies. It was 10:00 at night. I was exhausted. There was no way I was going to the store.
So, I simply adopted my martyr pose and decided that I couldn't go to brunch. There was no way I was going to show up empty handed. I would be so embarrassed to walk in the door without a dish of food. I'd look like a major mooch! So I went to bed feeling sad that I'd miss this fun time and mad at myself for not being more prepared.
I got up this morning and moped as I was getting the kids ready. Then I started imagining the conversation where I would have to explain why I wasn't there. It went something like this...
Friend who loves me: "Hey! Why weren't you there for brunch? We missed you!"
Me: "Well, I've been totally stressed out and completely forgot until late last night. I didn't have anything I could make so I didn't come."
Friend who loves me: "You fool! We had enough food to feed an army! Why didn't you come? We're your friends, for Pete's sake!"
So with that conversation in mind, I decided to swallow my pride and go. I saw my dear friend Kathy as soon as I walked in the door empty-handed. She noticed that I looked stressed and asked what was up. I began blathering my story about being so tired, working so hard, nothing to cook, so embarrassed...blubber, blubber, blubber. She wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug and said, "We're so glad you're here."
Me: blubber, blubber, blubber
Of course, I had a lovely time, ate a yummy breakfast and left feeling so blessed to have such wonderful women who I care for and who care for me.
So why is it so hard to swallow our pride and let someone help us? It would have been completely foolish of me to stay home today. But my ego was getting in the way. If I were on the other side of this story, I would have slapped the fool upside the head who skipped brunch for such a silly reason.
It's so much easier to minister to someone else rather than letting them minister to us. Helping other people is a blessing but sometimes we need to let ourselves be helped. God wants us to allow others to minister to us when we're in need. It's a good reminder that we're not in control.
And because I love them all so much. Here's a picture of my dear friends from this morning. Yes, we're standing under the emergency defibrillator. After the breakfast that we ate, I'm surprised that we didn't need to use it.
Thank you girls for being such a blessing in my life!