My Confession

Whoa. I had one crazy day. It was about a 12 hour day. I'm exhausted. But, instead of going to bed, which would be the sensible thing to do, I'm going to bore you all with the news about my day and confess something depressing.

I was not a Proverbs 31 Woman today...more specifically, this evening.

To start at the beginning, I had classes today and was at school for a really long time. Then, I got on the fun bus with Mr. Counts. Very fun, but terrifying experience. He makes me nervous driving. He...well, I won't say just in case any parents read this blog. I wouldn't want to tarnish his reputation. *laughs* He is so cool.

Here is a picture of him driving. This is about reality folks. Really. Lol. Oh yeah, speaking of freaky pictures. Her is one Becca took of me this morning. I try not to be embarrassed about bad pictures of me, so I'm going to share it, solely because it is SO funny, because this is what I look like probably most of the time: mouth slightly ajar and confused. I laughed hysterically when I saw it. Lol. It's good and freeing to be able to laugh at yourself. FOR REAL, I'm confused all the time. I really try not to be, but I just feel like I'm the last person to get the memo. Do you ever feel like that? Okay, WOW! I'm off track.

About the basketball game. We played, well, I'll save the team name, and I did the stats with my bestie, Carlee. Well, I'm not very good at stats anyways, because, I've never done points, I mainly just do fouls and "unofficial" stats. It's lame. I love it, but the full version, totally threw me off, not to mention that these refs weren't coming to the center to tell the table about fouls - they were calling it from the other side of the court and BOTH coaches were standing, so I could not see either of the refs at all. First quarter, I was a little bit behind. I was short two or three fouls for the other team. I didn't know who did them. So, I asked the other guys keeping stats. It  was stressful.

They told me, but come the end of the third quarter, they told Mr. Counts (team coach) that Iain, our starter (and one of the best, at that) FOULED OUT! And of course, Mr. C is freaking out and wondering why we didn't tell him that Iain had four fouls? And I said, "NO! NO he hasn't. He has three fouls."

Well, the other guys pulled a card and kinda used it against me about how I wasn't "keeping fouls for the whole first quarter", which maybe I AM bad, but that's overkill. Well, coaches and refs started yelling and I felt bad, like it was my fault because they BENCHED IAIN! And I was stressed because if I hadn't asked the dude for his foul record, then if wouldn't have happened. This would not have been as big a deal if the game wasn't so close and so intense as it was. It was very close. 

Anyways. As you can probably imagine, I was very stressed and VERY irritated/annoyed/mad/sad. Well, we ended up winning by a few points, and it turns out that both stats people were wrong. He didn't have three or five. He had four. *shrug*

I went into my game a little out of sorts, and it didn't help when I realized that team we were getting ready to play the Goliath descendants. Lol. No, they weren't that bad, just very good and extremely well coached. Anyways, I don't think my attitude was that of a Proverbs 31 Woman, and I know that I wasn't encouraging to my team when they needed it most. I hate it when I do that. I just want to punch myself square in the face. Because that verse comes to mind - always too late it feels like - "For whatever you do, do ALL unto the glory of God." I had to ask myself, "Was my attitude God glorifying?" And, no, it was not.

Luckily, toward the end of the game, I was more chilled (but still irked at the refs because they weren't calling anything). And lets not even mention the score. LOL! They KILLED US! No mercy. Trampled us into the hardwood floor. But, it was all good.

I get annoyed with myself when I am not the example for Christ that I should be, but I'm glad that He is a God of forgiveness and never-ending chances and renewed mercies. Like they say, "Live and learn."  

I'm living and never failing to learn. Sorry, to any of you who had to witness my madness, I'll try to do better next time. Feel free to remind me at the next game if you happen to think about it.

I'll say though, I play better when I'm mad, I must'a had at least three fouls. Someone said four. :p