Salon Story

Well, I got myself into an uncomfortable situation at the nail salon the other day so I did what any self-respecting girl would do. Called my mother!

I made her talk to me for the entire time I was there and we were chatting, chatting and got talking about of course, CHURCH! She is not a big church person and does NOT care for pastors much.

I was telling her we could never go back to Vero for the main reason of there is not a church home for us there. That we were so blessed to have CC here and how great Doug was and how humble he was (rare for a pastor) and blah blah blah.

And as I am walking out a lady stops me and asks "What church do you go to?"

I am stammering around quickly replaying that conversation in my head. I was SO uncomfortable so I was only talking on the phone to ease my own pain and was just making small talk but you know, did I say anything that could be construed as a bad witness? Not about church of course...but about anything? I tend to talk pretty openly and one should always be careful when others are around but in this situation, I was just trying to keep breathing and I wasn't paying close attention. I didn't think I had. But you know...
I didn't think anyone was really listening to me!

Calvary Chapel I say. Where is that, she asks. In Tavares I say, come look us up sometime.
I will she says as I walk away still replaying the conversation. Not a very good invite to be sure.

So lo and behold, I am running some stuff to the car at church yesterday and run smack into her in the parking lot.

Hey! Aren't you the.....blah blah blah

Yes she says. So then I break into this Calvary Chapel diadribble about the verse by verse teaching, like I am some kind of personal PR rep for them. She says, yes, I know _______________ (insert famous CC pastor name in there of which I have no idea and can't remember since this is the first CC I have ever attended and the name meant nothing to me.)
and I am just staring at her trying to see why I should know this name.

She said, he is a Calvary Pastor... Oh...says I. Why don't you come on in and let me show you around....

Anyway, I thought it was cool and what was an uncomfortable situation for me resulted in something God used to bring someone to church!

Woohoo!

And for whomever wants to know what the situation was and you know who you are YMA, (I rearranged the letters in her name to protect her) I won't torture you: a business associate was in there who lied, cheated and stole from us professionally and personally. I am not the confrontational type. NO I'm really not. It is often misread. I stay QUIET on issues until I am PRESSED. Then I am not afraid to speak boldly. There is a profound difference but the two are always confused. ANYWAY, there I was with her in the same room and I could not get away so I hid behind the conversation with my Mom. She actualy waved to me when she walked out. I am not mad at her...just don't know what to say to her.

Wow, was this like the most boring post I ever wrote?