Hmm...Maybe This Isn't So Bad After All!
Yesterday was Pentecost Sunday at church (no, I do NOT attend a Pentecostal church). Well, everyone was asked to wear all white, something I have not done since my baptism, which was May 2003, and that was for like, 5 mins before I was taken under the water. Well, my mom had recently bought me a nice, white peasant skirt, similar to the ones that Esmerelda from "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame" wore (yes, that is an old Disney movie),and since I had no white shirts to compliment the skirt, I took one from her closet. I also had on white sandals and a little black and white Old Navy sweater to put over me because sometimes the AC in the church blasts on high. My hair was really cute and I was looking pretty good overall, if I may say so myself.
Anyhoo...I went through a whole day (yup, morning and evening) of church and guess what?! My shoe broke! (lol) I'm not the one that things like this usually happens to, so it was particularly funny to me. There I was in church, sitting and listening to one of the speakers, when I moved my right foot and felt the strap of my shoe just fly off. So, I look down and in my head I say, "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" because immediately I wondered how I was going to get to my friend's house to get something and walk home from there. I showed Diane my shoe and she was like, "WOW!!! What happened?!" and I just laughed, but I had to do it quietly because someone was sharing the Word. So, I temporarily fixed it, good enough to limp down White Plains Road to Rite Aid, where I attempted to buy some black and white flip flops, but then didn't bother to buy them because once I ripped the strap off my right shoe, it looked MUCH better actually. lol
So there I was, walking down White Plains Road finely dressed with two other people dressed extremely well, looking sharp as ever, with (seemingly) two different white shoes on. I remember people's reactions as they saw me: shock, amazement, laughter, etc. It was so funny and interesting to me.
When I got to my friend's house, he and my other friend came downstairs. We all talked for a while and then Diane and Omari left, I went upstairs with my other two friends. I stayed there until minutes to 11 when I decided to go home. It was nice to just relax after a nice day devoted to God, to just relax and laugh with some good old friends. When we left though, it was raining. Boy, was I glad I had my trusty green umbrella! My hair got puffy IMMEDIATELY (Oh, the joy of having thick hair!) and my glasses got wet because I was sharing my umbrella with my friend who walked me 3/4 of my way home (he's so caring!).
The moral of my story is, some times things are not as bad after all as they seem at first. I mean, I was really looking good (physically and spiritually) and when my shoe broke (the same shoe I have had since I was around 15), it seemed like the world was over (lol-ok, that is an exaggeration). Now, I have a "new" white pair of sandals that I will probably wear another day soon enough because they look so much better!
Although in my story it was a shoe, this is just an example for all things. There are times and are going to be times in life that situations will seem like the end or close to the end. It will seem as though there is no hope, but when one door closes, another door opens. As the saying goes, "Behind every cloud there is a silver lining." Yes, there is one because the rain does not last forever. Eventually it will stop raining and the sun will come out, shining brighter than before! Eventually the morning will come in its full glory. Eventually, tears will stop running down your cheeks and you will smile again. One day.
One day both you and I will be totally free from this life. One day. Before you know it, it will happen. Sometimes, things aren't always as bad as they seem.
BTW, you shouldn't judge people because you never know what they are going through. As I thought about how I may have looked yesterday, walking on the street with two different shoes on, not necessariy as a poor or destitute person, I realize that others may be in similar situations. Who am I to judge another person because they don't match and are wearing clothes from 1972? Who am I to laugh at the girl down the block because her shirt and shorts are too tight or form fitting? Who am I to frown and contort my face in all shapes and sizes because there is a homeless man in the subway car next to me? How do I know that the person who dresses as though he or she is from the 70's or the girl with the tight apparel can or cannot afford something else to wear? Why should I act as though I am better than the man sleeping in the two-seater because I wear designer clothes from time to time and have nice sneakers? I am supposed to reach out to those in need, not criticize them. As two other sayings go, "Don't ever judge a book by its cover" and "You cannot say anything about a person until you have spent a day in their shoes".
Have a good day.
Anyhoo...I went through a whole day (yup, morning and evening) of church and guess what?! My shoe broke! (lol) I'm not the one that things like this usually happens to, so it was particularly funny to me. There I was in church, sitting and listening to one of the speakers, when I moved my right foot and felt the strap of my shoe just fly off. So, I look down and in my head I say, "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" because immediately I wondered how I was going to get to my friend's house to get something and walk home from there. I showed Diane my shoe and she was like, "WOW!!! What happened?!" and I just laughed, but I had to do it quietly because someone was sharing the Word. So, I temporarily fixed it, good enough to limp down White Plains Road to Rite Aid, where I attempted to buy some black and white flip flops, but then didn't bother to buy them because once I ripped the strap off my right shoe, it looked MUCH better actually. lol
So there I was, walking down White Plains Road finely dressed with two other people dressed extremely well, looking sharp as ever, with (seemingly) two different white shoes on. I remember people's reactions as they saw me: shock, amazement, laughter, etc. It was so funny and interesting to me.
When I got to my friend's house, he and my other friend came downstairs. We all talked for a while and then Diane and Omari left, I went upstairs with my other two friends. I stayed there until minutes to 11 when I decided to go home. It was nice to just relax after a nice day devoted to God, to just relax and laugh with some good old friends. When we left though, it was raining. Boy, was I glad I had my trusty green umbrella! My hair got puffy IMMEDIATELY (Oh, the joy of having thick hair!) and my glasses got wet because I was sharing my umbrella with my friend who walked me 3/4 of my way home (he's so caring!).
The moral of my story is, some times things are not as bad after all as they seem at first. I mean, I was really looking good (physically and spiritually) and when my shoe broke (the same shoe I have had since I was around 15), it seemed like the world was over (lol-ok, that is an exaggeration). Now, I have a "new" white pair of sandals that I will probably wear another day soon enough because they look so much better!
Although in my story it was a shoe, this is just an example for all things. There are times and are going to be times in life that situations will seem like the end or close to the end. It will seem as though there is no hope, but when one door closes, another door opens. As the saying goes, "Behind every cloud there is a silver lining." Yes, there is one because the rain does not last forever. Eventually it will stop raining and the sun will come out, shining brighter than before! Eventually the morning will come in its full glory. Eventually, tears will stop running down your cheeks and you will smile again. One day.
One day both you and I will be totally free from this life. One day. Before you know it, it will happen. Sometimes, things aren't always as bad as they seem.
BTW, you shouldn't judge people because you never know what they are going through. As I thought about how I may have looked yesterday, walking on the street with two different shoes on, not necessariy as a poor or destitute person, I realize that others may be in similar situations. Who am I to judge another person because they don't match and are wearing clothes from 1972? Who am I to laugh at the girl down the block because her shirt and shorts are too tight or form fitting? Who am I to frown and contort my face in all shapes and sizes because there is a homeless man in the subway car next to me? How do I know that the person who dresses as though he or she is from the 70's or the girl with the tight apparel can or cannot afford something else to wear? Why should I act as though I am better than the man sleeping in the two-seater because I wear designer clothes from time to time and have nice sneakers? I am supposed to reach out to those in need, not criticize them. As two other sayings go, "Don't ever judge a book by its cover" and "You cannot say anything about a person until you have spent a day in their shoes".
Have a good day.