Because I was so excited, my mom made a special last-day-of-school outfit for me. Mom was a great seamstress, and sewed clothes for us kids quite regularly. For this big occasion, she made a yellow and white polka-dot sundress with yellow shorts.
When the big day came, I made my way down Farmington Drive to Brian Hudson's house. (We always walked together to school.) The warm, sunny day was a perfect end to the school year. Once we got to the classroom, we found out the picnic would be held in front of the building, in a pretty field of clover.
Halfway through the picnic, a bumblebee stung me underneath my chin. I started to cry and then I panicked. Instead of informing the teacher, I began to run up the hill towards home, and didn't stop until I was in the front door and sobbing to my mother the whole sad story.
After Mom doctored my wound and dried my tears, she walked me back to school. I was embarrassed to have acted like such a baby in front of my schoolmates.
Some days, I plan it all out in my head. It's going to be great, I think. And then reality happens. It's not perfect--it's real life. What makes me think I can handle it better than God?
Joshua 1:7 (KJV) Only be thou strong and very courageous, that thou mayest observe to do according to all the law, which Moses my servant commanded thee: turn not from it to the right hand or to the left, that thou mayest prosper whithersoever thou goest.