Thanks to everyone for your posts, emails, cards, phone calls, and prayers yesterday. It was a good day with God's strength and your encouragement. :)
This evening did not go as planned yet there was a lesson learned through it all. My daughter and I traveled to attend a second art class together but no one was there. Well, we were but there wasn't a teacher or even a light on. We're praying she is okay - unlike her so we left concerned but decided to alter our plans and still spend the evening together as mother-daughter.
We traveled to Mexico for the powder puff game. My daughter knew of friends who would be there, and so did I so we could be together yet seperate. (Love this teenage thing, lol) I parked the car and said, "Oh, we probably have to pay. I don't have any money." when I remembered I had $5.00 in my cubbie for the Jean's Day fundraiser tomorrow at school. I pulled down the money, put it in my pocket and we made the walk in the misty rain towards the sound of cheers and commentary.
Once we made it by all the "Hi, M." and teenage girl hellos. I smiled as she told her friends she had to go, she was hanging with her mom. Once at the gate, I pulled out my $5.oo bill and handed it to one of the mom's collecting money when she said, "No, it is $5 each person. It's a fundraiser." Ugh...embarrassed I ask for my money back with "Sorry, I thought it would be the same as the boys football games. This is all I have." Disappointed we head towards the concession stand so M can say goodby to her friends as I call my husband to say we're on our way home.
Before I hear Ed answer there is a tap on my shoulder. "If you want to come to the game, you can pay 2 for $5. I don't want to turn anyone away." I was shocked, more embarrassed, and more confused than disappointed. Do I accept her kindness or head home with my head tucked between my legs? I think of a couple friends at the game to see if I could borrow $5 until tomorrow at school (Dave Ramsey wouldn't like that, lol) but that didn't work.
M and I talk about accepting her kindness or going home. We decide if we can't donate the full $10, we are going home. As we walk the block back to the car and drive home it dawns on me - "Had God attempted to provide a way for us to still in enjoy our evening in spite of the lack of cash on hand and I chose not to receive it? Did I let my pride get in the way of God's blessing?"
Ugh...a lesson learned. No need to be ashamed or embarrassed - life happens. Next time I'll step aside in prayer for guidance not in text of desperation. God provided a way for us to go in and enjoy the game but I failed to accept.
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323