The Not So Graceful Moments

Another moment of grace has happened. Let's be clear I'm not talking about God's grace this time. I'm talking about the lack of grace, mine. One morning several weeks ago I woke up to a bright day full of sunshine. This day was beyond a shadow of a doubt different from the days I had woken up to during the previous days. During those days the sky had been opened up and dropped copious amounts of rain, so this day was going to be a great day.

I rolled out of bed fixed my hair, dressed in a cute skirt, matching top, my typical high heeled shoes and went to the office. About 10:00 that morning the beautiful sunshine got the best of me and I decided I was going to run down to the local EZ-Mart on the corner of the highway and buy a coke slushy. I ran out the door of the office and jumped in my Expedition. I drove the two blocks to the EZ-Mart and pulled in the parking lot. So excited about finally being able to leave without umbrellas, wear cute clothes and decent shoes again I jumped out of the Expedition to buy the ever-craved slushy. However today my exuberance got the best of me and my feet went faster than my brain was thinking. The rain we had received the days before had caused the parking lot to become very slick because of the oil from the cars. As my feet hit the pavement outside my car they proceeded to slide! I finally managed to catch myself or should I say the pavement finally caught me, laying flat on back in the parking lot of one of the busiest intersections in town in less than a lady-like position. I quickly tried to jump up and pretend like nothing happened except my quickly was certainly not quick enough and I pulled myself up with the running boards.

I was wet, greasy, dirty, bruised, bleeding and completely mortified! By now I only craved the privacy of my car and I climbed right back in and drove home wiping my tears and cleaning my wounds.