I’m just returning from church. I go to an inspiring, welcoming church, which I love! Everyone is friendly, and we make a special effort to include people with disabilities. We have pew cut-outs throughout the church for people in wheelchairs. (After all, just because you are in a wheelchair does not mean you want to be relegated to the back row, or, even WORSE, the front row.) We have a sign language interpreter and large print materials for the church service. If a person who is totally blind attended, we would no doubt get the materials in Braille. People with developmental disabilities, as well as people with mental illnesses are welcomed with open arms. Having the children I do, it has been a God send (literally) for our family.
The congregation members help out during the service in many roles, and today I was helping to serve the Wine. The people serving communion stand on a step while serving the bread and wine. Learning from an earlier experience when I fell while trying to get a group together for a photo, I always firmly grip the hand rail while walking down the few steps. (Falling while taking a picture is understandable, but more care needs to be taken with the wine. I am sure it would stain the carpet terribly!) When offering the wine to the congregation members, I frequently have to bend over because I am tall and on a step, and they are often shorter. Today, after I bent over the first time, I noticed that my shirt parted from my body in the front, and everyone had a clear view down to my belly button. (Well, they COULD have seen my belly button if my big breasts had not gotten in the way.) I was mortified! While I do not embarrass easily, once I notice something askew, of course I have to fix it. So, I did the only thing I could do under the circumstances; I squatted for each person. Do you know how incredibly hard it is to hold a squat at one particular level and then move that squat up or down depending upon who was next? If I were athletic, it may have been easy. But I’m not… I felt like one of those baby crib toys, all scrunched up (squatting low) and then being pulled straight, (standing tall) and while music plays it slowly moves up to the low squat again.That’s the way I was today; up and down and up and down all to the beat of the choir’s music.
I will never wear that shirt to church again…
Link to my book
Link to the Readers Digest review of my book: http://www.rd.com/recommends/what-to-read-after-a-hurricane/