Tiny feet can make a loud noise, pt.2

Okay, so if you didn't read my post on yesterday then your only getting part of this story. Why did I only post half a story? Mainly because this is my blog and I can do things my way and the other reason is that I ran out of time and had to get some other things completed. Nonetheless, here is the end to my story from yesterday........Let's see, I was getting tissue from my purse to hand to the crying little with the little feet. I thought it was because of me asking her did she have trouble finding adult like shoes to fit her feet  that had made her cry when actually,  the reason why she was crying was because she'd wanted to go to her brothers cook-out......"Well why don't you just go? After all, he is your brother, isn't he"? "Yeah, he's my brother but.......". "Terrie! Terrie", a call came from a distance. The woman with the little feet stopped talking in mid conversation. "Huh", she answered as a lady came closer, approaching us both. I kinda had a dumb founded look on my face. What did she want and what did she mean by yelling at the lady with the little feet like that? I mean, after all we had in some way made a connection in this small short five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes."What are you doing way over here talking to this lady and are you crying, you big nut"? My head is tilted and I'm blinking my eyes rapidly......um, did she just call little feet a big nut? I mean really, the nerve of some people. Here this lady is crying her heart out and all she really wants to do is to go to her brothers cook-out. "No. I'm not crying", said the lady with the little feet. I was just telling my friend Patsy here, that I couldn't find you and Will. Patsy? Will? Who in the heck is Patsy and Will? I'm looking all around because maybe perhaps I missed some people that were nearby. "Hi, nice to meet you baby", says little feet's friend. "I didn't know you two knew one another". "We don't", I replied"! The lady looked at me strangely and squinted her eyes."What do you mean you don't know me", asks little feet." Why, you've just felt comfortable enough to come up to me and start crying about how your brother wouldn't let you come to his cook-out"?  "Girl, you crazy", little feet says to me. I'm crazy? I'm thinking to myself. What's this woman's problem! The other woman has a puzzled look on her face and says to little feet, "you gone get enough talking to strange people in the park". Huh?  I'm thinking to myself as I watch the two of them walk away," I was just minding my own business". Aw naw, this ain't about to go down like this so I yell out to little feet,  "Terrie, you big nut"!

It's been years since this encounter happened to me but every time I think about this story I remember the sound of little feet (I mean, Terrie's ) heals clicking loudly down the winding walk way of the park. Click Clonck!....Click Clonck!.....Click Clonck!

Tiny feet can make a loud noise

Have you ever received any unsolicited information or conversation? I mean, have you ever just been minding your business and doing what you were suppose to be doing when someone invades your space or interrupt your zone with some stuff? I have. In fact it seems that I'm a target for those who have stuff that they'd been dying to get off their chest. Just call me a sucker for having a listening ear and to a certain degree I'd have to agree.

I just can't turn my back on people who approach me and not say anything. I can't turn my head when asked a question or lower my eyes when you have a sign in front of you. I feel it to be rude and well, it's just not like me!

The truth to the matter is, I'm not planning on making any changes about this characteristic about myself. I like noticing people. This is one of those things that I've learned to take the good with the bad.

Once while sitting in the park, minding my own business I might ask, a lady approached me by asking if she could join me on a bench. "Sure", I said and left it at that. I scooted over to give her room but she chose to sit very close to me. I moved over a little further to acknowledge that she'd invaded a little bit too much of my space. She smiled and scooted a little closer to me. I returned the smaile and said, "did I not give you enough room"? "Oh no. I'm fine, what about you", she said. In my mind I'm thinking, "OH NO. UGH"! I replied by telling her that I felt as if she was crowding me out but some how she just didn't hear me. She went on asking me if I liked her shoes. I glanced at her shoes and acknowledged that I thought her shoes were nice(I really did like her shoes). I couldn't help but to notice that she had the smallest feet that I've ever seen. So, I said, "wow, you have such small feet, do you have trouble finding adult like shoes for your feet" Oh no! Why did I ask this woman this? She began to cry and tell me how much she loved shoes. Okay I'm thinking to myself all the while looking for tissue in my purse. "Did I say something wrong", I asked? "No. I just wanted to go to my brothers cook-out and he didn't invite me". Yeah, your probably thinking the same thing that I was thinking right about then.....WHAT THE WHAT! Now I'm stuck, I have to talk, I just can't get up and leave this lady with the little feet on a park bench crying. So, I ask why she wasn't invited and you'll never guess what she said? 

I'm going to have to tell you later about the rest of this story because my time is up for writing......I promise I'll finish, this really is pretty funny. Check back with me in a little while.....

I'm never speachless!

I love living. Mostly because I've never died before and partially because I'm nosy. Don't ask me why I feel this way cause you'll become tired of reading my explanation. Anyway, I have a few minutes to spare and I had a memory of the time when I was rushing to prepare my family for church. I had helped all the children dress and even my husband. As routine, I'd dress last and instruct the children to sit and wait on me. All the while during my showering and make-up session I could her the girls laughing, running and playing. Honestly, I was getting upset mostly because I was frustrated with running late as usual and partially because I secretly wanted to run and play too. Nonetheless, I ran into the run in my undies and bellowed out to the girls, 'SIT DOWN AND CLOSE YOUR MOUTHS! The room grew both still and silent for about five minutes or so until I heard a loud piercing screech coming from my youngest daughter. I just knew someone had disobeyed my command and this meant war. I threw on my clothes and laced up my pumps (really hoping she'd be quite before I reached the room). I entered the room with boldness and asked in my sternest mommy voice, whaaaaat is wroooong whiiiiiith you"? She raised my dress, pointed to my all-over controle top-girtle  and said to me in her best little "sad-like" voice, "why do you get to wear your swim suit to church and I don't"!
After a few quick seconds of trying to keep my mouth closed I looked at her and said, "because the bible says, "let not my heart be troubled. I should believe in him and he also in me. And what God meant by this is that if I trust him to keep me breathing he'll trust me when I tell him that I can breathe".Okay, I knew I didn't quote that scripture correctly and I also understood that my three year old wouldn't get it but at least I wasn't speechless!
The scripture that I used for my own understanding can be found in John 14:1.Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in me.