You’re probably not going to believe this.
So really, the truth is, I don’t want to believe this.
I joined this Bible study because I needed to get back to God. I don’t know a single person at the study and have never stepped foot in this church. (If you want to catch up on the story. Read this. Then this. And this.)
So, Beth Moore was on the video for Stepping Up, talking about the Psalms as songs and it was so very interesting. She was reading some verses and having us flip to some in our Bibles and we were in Psalms and had to move to Hosea and I flipped right to it because I know where Hosea is and I know the story Hosea tells and just the other day I likened my lifetime-relationship-search for God to Hosea, so yeah, I know right where it is. But the girl next to me didn’t and for a moment, when I saw her go to the table of contents, I started (in my mind) judging her and I have no excuses. I just did. And I thought to myself, you should give her a little grace. There’s no reason you should be thinking this stuff, this is stupid.
Then I hear Beth Moore on the video say, “ALL of us need to turn to the table of contents to see where Hosea is, lest we should get prideful in our hearts because we know where it is and our neighbor doesn’t.”
If the girl who sat next to me at Bible study last night is reading this, I want to apologize. Which makes me a coward, because I totally couldn’t work up the nerve to say it last night. But I am sorry and I don’t want to be like that.
If there was a time when I thought God couldn’t possibly know and react to my every thought–that was washed away completely last night. You skeptics can call that coincidence. I think otherwise, though.
And I feel horrible and really need to change some things. What made it even worse (for me, in my head) is when I got up to leave she said, “Be careful going home, Michelle, it’s snowing pretty bad.” She knew my name and cared enough to wish me well. And here I am, being all mean in my head. For no reason.
Time to make some serious attitude adjustments.