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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Ah, my Cinderella Story...

Well, it happened on Christmas Eve. I worked the morning shift at my Coffee
Shop Job (Moxie Java). It had been busier than normal, and needless to say, I
was really tired when I got home. The Cantada practice was at 4:00 and it was
around 2:00 when I got home. I had thought we were opening presents that
evening, as we traditionally do, but I found out when I got home that we were
waiting until Christmas night because my sister and her family were going to
her husbands family gathering that evening. So much for that. I was a little
more disappointed to find out that the present my brother in-law and I bought
for her was going to be opened at his family thing instead of ours. (A
Vita-Mix). I don't know if it's a girl thing or what, but that one little
moment was really tough to swallow. I decided I needed a nap. Well, just as
soon as I reached my room I burst into tears. How childish! I quickly wiped
them away. "What should I wear tonight?" I thought, remembering I had
neglected to chose an outfit for the concert! Oh my... I layed on my bed
feeling quite sorry for myself, only for a few minutes, wondering what on
earth I should do. It was 30 minutes until I needed to leave, and I really
had no time for a nap. I gave my thoughts to the Lord, in a jumbled way "God,
I don't think I'll go tonight." I knew better, but I had to express myself.
When I did open my heart to his voice, I heard that still small, quiet voice.

"And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how
they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:"

It was a reminder for me. I asked "God, will you really help me find something
to wear?" Normally, I have a hard time finding something nice to where
somewhere special. Either I can't find anything or I can't decide what, and
30 minutes is just not enough time. Well, I felt refreshed, even without a
nap, so I crawled out of bed and practically stumbled on a nice skirt.
"Perfect!" then I remembered that my brother had brought some clothed from
his wife for us girls to go through. Well, there I found my Red Sweater. As
if this wouldn't do, the really cute shoes that my mom found somewhere the
day before were handy, and socks were findable. (Amazing!) It wasn't like it
was some huge miracle, but it was kind of an eye opener for me that if I will
put my trust in God, he will not leave me helpless. I considered myself like
"Cinderella" and God was going with me to the "ball".

OK, we arrived, had a horrible practice, everyone was nervous... We walked up
the isle singing (our grand entrance) and who did I see in the crowd? No
kidding, but someone I hadn't even thought possible to be there. Well, three
someones. Some of the older siblings of two children I teach guitar lessons.
I don't get to see the older girl very often, so it was nice. Any way, I
better fess up. The older young man, Matthew, holds me interested. I was very
happy at any rate, and Prince charming and all showed up...

The end.