Yesterday was Sunday so we were at church. My husband is the pastor, and since we live a long way from the church, we stay there all day. My older son ,he's 31, was playing around. He was stepping up on this chair, and putting his foot on the back and riding it over to the floor. "Try it mom" No way I thought, what if I fall. I had visions of me stepping on the chair, begining the decent, the chair closing, there-by breaking my foot and or ankle. Then as the ride down had been interrupted the landing would be off and I would fall incredible hard onto the floor, knocking myself unconscience. This was not going to happen. Later in the day I thought " There's that dog gone fear thing again". It was this blog that pushed me to do it. I needed something to write about. I told only my older son. I figured he could catch me. At the very least he could call 911. I eyed the chair. I changed my mind. I felt like a coward. I changed my mind again. I stepped onto the seat. This was not so bad, not to high ,not wobbly. I can do this. I put my left foot onto the back. Ok still not to bad. I pushed but not to hard. Ok since he had no gun to MAKE me do it , I asked him to give me a pull. He did over I went perfect except for the landing. I had my foot to high and landed on my toes and buckled my knees. Down I went straight to the floor, but up I came...... like a phoenix rising from the ashes. I did it!!
It was so cold yesterday, that I wore my jeans and sneakers to church. I can change into my dress just before the service starts, I thought. That was the plan, but I forgot my church shoes. The sneakers just didn't look right with my dress, so I went barefoot. I figured if God told Moses and Joshua to take off their shoes cause they were standing on holy land, He'd have no problem with me doing it. That's me. Most women wouldn't have gone in. They would have missed church all together. I went barefoot. I'm sure anyone who noticed just thought, "That's Janice.". It is.