I am writing this blog while sitting at my very own table!!!!!!!!! I ordered a Barista Table from Target and it took me about 1 week to put it and the chairs together. But I absolutely love it! I'm just hoping that the screws don't fall out since I'm not the strongest woman in the world.
Now it is time to tell you one of my stories. There's a pastor that I heard on the radio a few Sunday's ago and I decided that I wanted to check out his church. I don't have a car so I figured out how to take public transportation to get to the church (well, so I thought). So I hopped onto the "T" and then took the bus to this church. Well google maps told me that I would only need to walk .4 miles to the church from where the bus stop was. BUT....the only way of getting to the church from where I was located was to walk on the interstate. While I do consider myself somewhat adventurous, I just thought that that would be an awful way to die so I ignored those instructions and attempted to walk around the interstate. And I kept walking....and walking....and walking. An hour later I find that I am VERY close to the church, but guess what? I had to walk up a ramp and there was no way around it (who decides to build a church off of the interstate???). So I asked the Lord to surround me with his angels, I opened up my umbrella and stretched it out to my left (so people would see the umbrella before seeing me) and walked up the ramp. So I finally get to the church (I was 1 hour and 15 minutes late) all hot, sweaty, and tired and I walk in. And guess what kind of welcome I get? Some woman, trying to show off to some man that she just met (at least that's what I concluded) told me that my dress was too short and I needed to pull it down. Since when did a knee length dress become too short (the woman didn't even say "hello" Suppose I wasn't a Christian and that's the welcome I received)? But I tugged on it, turned around and dragged my feet up the stairs to the sanctuary. And.....come to find out that the pastor that was preaching was a guest preacher and guess what? The service was practically over. So after the service was over, I found a random lady and asked her if she knew if there was a bus stop near by. And she told me where one was and when I was almost out the door she came up to me and told me that she could just take me to the train station (the "T"). Now normally, I don't accept rides from strangers but she was older and alone, and I figured she must not be too awful if she just sat under the preaching of the word of God; not to mention that my feet, back, and hips were hurting (I wasn't prepared to walk all over the place) so I accepted. So she drives me to the station and I made it safely back home and I passed out on my bed and fell asleep. And there you have it! I must say that I am VERY thankful for the lady that helped me out. My state isn't midwestern or southern so being nice to strangers isn't exactly normal, so praise God she trusted me and I trusted her. Thankfully, I have a friend who told me that she would go with me to church this next Sunday and maybe we can figure out the predicament of the interstate being in the way of safe walking. ;) That's all for now!