When Will I Learn?

When will I learn? How many years have I been going through this? How many times have I TRIED to push through, only to crumple into a ball of tears, going home with my tail between my legs?

I knew it was a bad week for me. But, I got a phone call on Thursday asking if I could teach a Sunday School class for a friend who was going out of town. Does this sound familiar to anyone? Of course, I couldn't say "no", even though I KNEW I shouldn't be doing this. I was hoping against hope that I'd be better by today.

The alarm went off this morning, and I could not get out of bed. I watched my family get ready for church, feeling tremendous guilt that I was not joining them. I didn't even do anything to help in the chaos. I thought I could skip the first part of church and show up just in time to teach the class. After my family left, I finally got in the shower. All the signs were there -- this was not a good day! Nonetheless, I put a nice skirt on, blow dried my hair, put on some make-up, and headed out the door.

I arrived just a couple of minutes early. I went to tell Anna I was covering for Suzie today -- and she had to ask, "How are you feeling today?" Off went the water works! I tried to tell her I thought I could make it through the class, but she gave me a hug, took my materials, and gave them to someone else to cover. I'm home now, feeling silly, and berating myself for once again NOT LISTENING!!!

Dang! When am I going to get a handle on this?