Eeeek

This morning, church was really good. We've been talking about what our pastor calls "body life" in Ephesians. Today he said that wearing what the Bible calls the full armor of God, and yet doing nothing, is like a football team in full gear just standing around in the locker room. I got a little convicted from that. I know I should do more to reach people but my timidness about approaching people and my "like" of being "liked" gets in the way a lot. Not to mention my inability to explain things. (which you know because you read my blog haha)
So, now the question is, since I've opened myself up to these opportunities to be used by God, what is going to happen next.
Nothing, you say??? Oh, you think I'm crazy, well, keep reading, my friend.

I could make this an hours worth of reading, but, instead, I'll give you the short version.
Since we have moved to CA, everything has been a learning experience. Yes, everything, all situations, you name it, there was a lesson in there somewhere... The latest of my learning has been my reaction to things I don't like. I have involuntary facial expressions that say it all even if I manage to keep quiet, which is unusual. After having a few outbursts in one week, all brought on by uncomfortable situations that I found to be unnecessary, I realized that the way I come across might not be sooo... let's say, future pastor's wife behavior. So I prayed about, asked for some forgiveness from people, and decided to make better concious decisions and therefore have being quiet and submissive be my eventual natural behavior. Still with me? Okay, so now we get into the testing part.
Right away, this stuff happens. I'm not one of those "God must hate me because..." people. I do know that I have a lot of needed growth and when I'm ready to get busy it comes full force. So, that night at work, I went to cosmetics where someone I don't like at all was. I figured he had found some make up in his department and was putting it back. No such luck. We both had carts of stuff that went on every aisle. In all honesty, I didn't want to find myself on the same aisle as him, much less work in the same department. My stomach started hurting and I felt my face getting all screwy, but, remembering my goal, I managed to think happy thoughts and force my face to be neutral.
I don't want to make this a blog about people I don't care for, so I'll include this different incident: Another night at work, I went to an aisle that had a huge cart of hairbows to be put away. I had an earache and the whole side of my face felt like it was on fire. The guy in the aisle next to me had his radio blasting (it seemed, anyway) I had started with the cart and he came ot the same aisle, which is not allowed, and started with the boxes. He is new, and seems nice, and I was so afraid of being rude and giving dirty looks simply because I didn't feel good, so I said a prayer, got a smile on my face, and said "did you want to do this aisle?" and he said yes, so I just turned around and left. i have to be honest that it boggles my mind why he had to do that specific aisle, but maybe he was told to do it. Anyway, i didn't let myself dwell on it and moved on. And i managed to keep myself under control.
So, here we go. Another prayer said, another series of events to come. I've had my mind set on the temporary, bring on the eternal.