Ok – another “story” from the past that I need to pen. Don’t know why, but God has been placing this memory with me for some time – so I’m penning it into release.
When I was young – very young, (see pic above?) I did Mennonite Voluntary Service in a remote KS town working in a child care center for low income families. I loved it – was the most growing year of my life….I could blog for days on it. When I returned home to Canada my middle brother was worried about me “reintegrating” back to regular society – so he paid for me to attend Bible College with him in a small rural Manitoba town. No joke, gave me a full ride – love him for that. While his funds dwindled, I dropped out after at semester end (Christmas break) – as I was then engaged to my now hubby and needed a job to earn money for a wedding ….ok, losing my path.
When I was at the Bible College with Gary, a local youth group leader was talking to me about my time in Mennonite Voluntary Service and asked if I’d come share my “story” with their youth group one evening. I said yes.
Gary let me use his Ford 3 speed truck with the shifting on the column and I ground my way to the church some miles from the Bible College. I shared with the youth group, showed my photo album and had a good time talking about my God –Life changing year. We sat in a circle on wooden chairs. They asked me to close in prayer, and I began to pray a closing.
Maybe it was stress, maybe it was bad College food – but I had gas and was trying to just get through the prayer when I actually paused – mid prayer – and a fart snuck out – then withholding giggles, I prayed on. Oh, I looked up, no one had even flinched, no one looked up at me, no one laughed……I was bright red with embarrassment withholding the desire to laugh out loud yet quickly went on with my prayer, praying longer in hopes that when I was done they’d be asleep or have amnesia about the fart that I thought had sonic proportions or think it was someone else….but they knew…..they knew…they HAD to know.
After goodbyes (which couldn’t have been soon enough), I went to the truck, got in, laid my head on the steering wheel and laughed and laughed and laughed……I think only having brothers may have corrupted me in a way other “ladies” wouldn’t understand.
This is one of many embarrassing moments in my life that I will never forget. It still makes me smile with wonder and slight embarrassment to remember it. Now you know….I’m so very human.
What is your most embarrassing moment?