Monday, March 30, 2009

I 'd Like The Whole Pie, Please

I ate humble pie yesterday. Not just a slice, the WHOLE thing. Those witnessing my feast may not have felt that I ate it all, maybe just two slices, but my gut said "That was one big pie!" This will be another "entertainment at my expense post" for you all.

My friend Theresa the Tremendous and I were invited to help with another friend's wedding. Theresa is the friend of mine who got married last Easter and had the awful car wreck leaving my house 2 days before the wedding (see last March's blog posts). Anyways, our friend Brett is getting married and his bride doesn't live here. Their wedding is in 5 weeks and she will move here in 3. We met her for the first time yesterday. It was a lot of question asking to find out more about her, how we can help, her tastes, etc. After about an hour and a half and things were wrapping up I said, "well, can we pray for you guys?" They accepted so we gathered round.

I began, and the words were not coming easy. I stumbled and muttered, stuttered and struggled. But I trust God knows what I need to pray for even when it doesn't sound pretty. I prayed a lot of "God, just bless Brett and Jamie in this time. Keep them safe. Pull the details together for Brett and Jamie."

After I prayed, Theresa the Tremendous prayed. Then my dear hubby stopped us and said, "I just want to clarify something...your name is Angie, right?"

OH MY GOODNESS!!! As my face began to turn the deepest possible shade of embarrassed, and my body temperature rose to the peak of a blistering desert summer day, I said, "I was saying Jamie, wasn't I?" I was humiliated. HUMILIATED. What happened? I continually said, "I am so sorry. I don't know what happened! I got messed up in my head! I was even writing Jamie on my notes!" But on the way there I had told The Prairie Daddy that Brett's bride's name was Angie!

The praying continued (although I didn't speak another word until it was over). I tried to concentrate but I really just wanted to vomit and then see if I could turn back time and start over. My gut didn't settle down for about an hour after we left.

I don't think I will EVER forget Angie's name again. Oh my. I told them it is a good thing I wasn't helping with the invitations!

The Prairie Daddy did comfort me when he told me later that in the beginning of the prayer I said Angie. Then somehow I morphed her name and it became Jamie.

I am not sure I will be craving any pie for awhile!

1 comment:

Erin said...

You poor thing! But your story gave me a good chuckle. :) We all have to put our foot in our mouth sometime, it's just nice that your time was surrounded by friends!