My Big OOPS!

We all have embarrassing moments. Times when we wish we could just disappear or blend into the woodwork, right? Last night, I had one of those moments.

Most of you know that I am a Pastor's Wife. What some of you may not know, I am a NEW Pastor's Wife. My husband Ken is the Pastor of a Methodist Church. We have both been married before. While Ken has been blessed to have been a Pastor for 30+ years, I have only been at this new "job" for less than 2 years. The same year that we were married, Ken had been moved to our present church and while he took to it like a duck to water, it is a well known fact that I have struggled, like a non-swimmer thrown into the deep end of a pool without a life jacket. He can go into ANY situation full of confidence and know exactly what to do and not afraid in the least to speak up and make his presence known. I, on the other hand, tend to shy away from crowds and am more than happy to do anything to "further the kingdom" in the background without a lot of fuss or attention. So, while I am completely secure in being myself around my husband and family, it has taken some time to warm up to the people at church and get to know everyone and figure out what expectations they had of this Preacher's Wife. (Let me just add, they are amazing people and so accepting and loving!)

Last night, Ken and I had decided to take Nevaeh to Chuck E Cheese for a special night, as it her was her last night home before going for a month of Summer visitation with her Dad in Ohio. She wanted her little friend Erin to come along, who just happens to be a member of our church, as are her parents. Erin's mother and I are pretty good friends and she is definately someone that I am 100% comfortable at being myself with. We went to Chuck E Cheese and had a wonderful time and on our way home, I turned on the radio to listen to music. The girls were in the back seat and they were laughing and playing and seemed totally engrossed in what they were doing. It didn't take long for me to get into my own little zone and with my Pastor hubby beside me, I was getting into the beat of the song playing. Nothing horrible about that, right? Did I happen to mention that it was Lady Gaga? Did I also fail to mention that I was singing OUT LOUD no less, "...this beat is sick, I want to take a ride on your disco stick"?

That's right. The NEW Pastor's Wife (the same one that teaches the children's message each week) was singing at the top of her lungs and doing the seat belt mambo....and a little voice from the back seat says...."What is a disco stick?" and it was NOT my child! I turned and looked at my husband with horror and he smiled and asked, "Honey, did you forget that there are kids in the car?" Hmmmm.....how was I going to explain this to her dad when he arrived to pick her up? Just as I do everything else....just frankly and honestly! He was wonderful and her mother was even better.

The song that popped into my head immediately after that was a song that had been taught to me as a child. "Oh be careful little feet where you go. Oh be careful little hands what you do. Oh be careful little ears what you hear. Oh be careful little TONGUE what you say. For the Father up above is looking down in love...so....be careful little TONGUE what you say!"

I am more than sure that this applies to what we sing too!