Wednesday, September 07, 2005

A WEDDING MEMORY THAT REALLY HIT BOTTOM

A friend is a great decorator, and was asked to spruce up a quaint old barn in central Nebraska for a special wedding reception barn dance. The bride’s mother wanted it to be “country elegant,” so the transformation into magazine-quality rural-chic décor was carried out with a lot of love and a lot of work.

The toughest spot to fix was the age-old barn restroom. A fresh coat of paint, new curtains and colorful towels all helped a lot, but that toilet seat! Eww! So scratched and icky-looking.

Well, it was an unusual size, and no store for 100 miles around had a replacement in stock. It would take weeks to obtain. So she did the only thing she could: she painted it glossy black. Yep, those scratches and stains just disappeared, and it looked as good as new. It was the last thing she completed, and she was happy with the result.

Well, the wedding came off without a hitch – except that the bride and groom got hitched, of course – and the barn dance was in full swing, literally. It was the cutest thing everybody had ever seen, and my friend was getting loads of compliments on her decorating . . . ‘til . . . PSSSSST!!!!!

A wedding guest was beckoning her urgently to come to the bathroom. Once there, she suddenly lifted her skirt and turned around.

Making a perfect “U” on her backside was black paint – glossy black paint. You guessed it: the decorator had used the wrong kind of paint on that toilet seat, and it only SEEMED dry. This guest was apparently the first to “try out” the seat.

Luckily, she thought it was funny, and no paint got on her skirt – just her pride – so all in all, it was an even more memorable wedding reception than anyone had bargained for. In fact, it was the living end!

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Praise report: Thank You, Father, for the success experienced by one of our daughter’s softball teammates, Jasmine, last night. She faced a pitcher who had broken her ulna, an arm bone, on a wild pitch in summer ball. She was just released to play again and wouldn’t you know? It would be against that same pitcher. But she did things Your way, Lord. She went over and chatted with that pitcher before the game to show her there were no hard feelings, and faced down her fear to hit a sizzling line drive deep into centerfield to help win the game. Bless Jasmine and her parents for navigating this trial with grace, and continue to grant her success on and off the field, Lord. (Philippians 2:13)

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