The Dressing Bottle.....

I get so frustrated with myself sometimes....I always have ways of making myself look like a complete idiot. Sometimes I have 5 different emotions clouding my head at one time; I'm happy, sad, melancholy, disappointed...grrrr. Or, on the other hand, I could be thinking of absolutely nothing. So then, while I’m thinking about everything and nothing, I do something clumsy. Like, for instance, last Saturday my family and I had got to our destination after a five hour ride in the car, we would be staying at a pastor’s house and would be presenting our ministry at their church the next day at church. So, naturally we ate dinner there. It was so delicious, spaghetti, bread and salad...very Italian. Everything was going well until I got to my salad. I helped Myself to the bright greens and decided on ranch dressing (since that's the only kind I eat). I unscrewed the lid, tipped the bottle and....BAMM. Half the dressing in the bottle was on my plate, lovely. Usually there's a little hole at the top of the dressing and you have to squeeze it to get the dressing out....yeah, not so with this bottle. Turns out it's the ONLY bottle in America that has this big hole in the top....anyway, I turned red with embarrassment, "Oops, I guess I got too much." I stammered. I wanted to burst out laughing, and, since I have a very supportive sister (!)*cough, cough* Cassie *cough* that was turning red with silent laughter, I succeeded quite well! Thank goodness our hostess was easy going and told me to just scrape it off into the sink. She must have thought I was such a ditz. Oh, my life.

Be Amused...

Deputation is basically driving hundreds of miles through five different states in the same day, scraping together enough money off the van floor for the tole booths, and ignoring the embarrassment when we hand over a hand full of coins that's supposed to equal $6.00. Taking detours because of rode construction and barely making it to Churches on time. Forgetting essentials like, toothbrushes, make up, and clothes when you go on a week long trip, having to buy razors out of vending machines, eating nasty granola bars, brushing your teeth with a plastic toothbrush that bends whenever you try to use it. Frequent Starbucks stops so you can get home before 1:00 in the morning, having to hold off on bathroom breaks until an hour after you really had to go and four younger siblings that jump out of their seats, chatter constantly, and continually ask you for gum.
All in all it's not as bad as it sounds.

You meet new, cool people, make friends, stay at nice hotels, eat a lot of carry in dinners, laugh at your mistakes, pray all the time, grow closer as a family, spend tons of time in church and encourage other Christians as well as be encouraged yourself. I wouldn't trade my life for anything.