A Taste of Feet and My Purpose in Life

It's been a while since I opened mouth inserted foot. But when I do it, I do it right. I was told this weekend that we're having a get together for the teens and their parents from church this week. Like any dutiful pastor's wife, I asked what I should bring. My hostess said they were grilling and I should bring hamburger and hot dog buns.

After an exhausting Sunday, wrapped up with a Vacation Bible School meeting (2 weeks, people! I'm really feeling the pressure!) my friend and I were exhaustedly discussing our upcoming week.

She:  I still have to get things together for Tuesday.

Me:  I have buns! (Said brightly, happy to have already done my part.)

I didn't even realize what I said until her husband cracked up.

In other news, one of the ladies at church told me she felt old because today was promotion Sunday, and now she had a child in the youth group at church.

Me:  You think that's bad? I now only have one child that isn't in the youth group!

My friend was literally shocked.

Me:  Makes me seem older, doesn't it?

She:  Yes.

Me:  Makes you feel better, doesn't it?

She:  Yes. I'm sorry, but it does.

We laughed together while I acknowledged that I do feel like God's will for my life is to make other people glad they're not me. Hey, we've all got our purpose. Glad I'm good for something.

So how was your weekend?