A. She has the greatest accent ever. She sounds like Barbara in Funny Girl.
B. The way she says her name just cracks me up. She repeats her first name twice and then
says her last name.
Let's just face the facts here. I was tickled by Stacy's calls, but they were starting to get a little annoying. I mean, how many times can one woman change bank accounts?
Then it happened. She left me six voicemails in one day- progressively letting me know throughout these voicemails that she was in the hospital. I had no idea why, but she just kept calling. Then she called and I was able to answer my phone. It turned out that her sisters and niece "are very jealous, and I cut them off, and they committed me to the 7th floor." I didn't have the heart to ask her what the 7th floor was, but anything with the words commit and hospital- can't be good.
So, then I thought, well she's just losing it- and then Cindy reminded me that I should really be praying for this woman. And it hit me. Who am I? What, am I perfect Kay who never does anything wrong, or who never acts in a way that makes others think I'm crazy? Am I so perfect that I have a right to disrespect this woman with my words? No! I am pond scum. And no matter what is going on with this woman, she deserves my utmost respect.
So, I've been eating humble pie on that one lately. God is showing me compassion through this woman in ways that I never thought I'd see it. It's awesome.
So there- Julie- you're not alone. I'm the first to admit that I think I'm great, and then I sit for a minute and remember that I'm nothing at all without Christ.