Nervous Nancy

I guess we probably all have things we don’t like about ourselves. I mean, nobody thinks they are perfect right?...except maybe your senior pastor old friends from high school..eh hem.   There are lots and lots of things I don’t like about myself. I don’t think there is enough blog space on the internet for me to blog about my struggles with that. However, I will be candid and say one of the things that I dislike the most about myself is my tendency to be a bundle of nerves. Again, that has potential to be a whole blog in itself. It is actually a long and awfully boring story. So, in the interest of keeping my readers somewhate interested, we will skip that little slice of my life.

This past Sunday my husband preached. Preached? Is that the word? Praught? Preach - ed? Was the Preacher? Whatever. Truth be told, I was nervous. I always get nervous when he has to do anything up in front of the church.  I don’t know why..I mean, what’s the worst that can happen right?!  He had told me a little about what his sermon was going to be about and I was perplexed. I didn’t even theologically agree with his premise. Awesome. Now I was dealing with a double wammy. My husband is not only preaching, he is preaching something that is heresy.  I suddenly (cough cough) feel a cold coming (cough cough) on. I don’t think I can make it to church on Sunday. Right?!  As if I don’t have enough to worry about, now this.  So, as the week before he preached (is that really the right word? It sounds so odd) went on, we continued our dialog about his premise for the sermon. By Saturday I was feeling a little more comfortable with the sermon but more and more uneasy about him being in front of the church.

Saturday night, we are lying in bed. It’s like 11:00


I say: “I can’t sleep”
Husband: “Dang girl, you are more nervous that I am!” 
Me: ”YES I AM! Thanks for noticing!"
Husband: “you think I am going to say something stupid don’t you?” 


Oh boy…talk about a rabbit hole.  It’s not that I thought he was going to say something stupid, I was just nervous for him. As in, I would be nervous to be up in front of the church so he should be too. Right? Apparently, not.  He was as cool as a Mexican cucumber.  He obviously did not get the ball of nerves gene that I have.

To make a short story longer, he did AWESOME! He always has such amazing things to say!  As it turns out, the guy knows what he is talking about.  I did agree with his premise after all. Whew. I hate love it when I am wrong. Among the many talents he has; looks like preaching is one of them.  


 Now, if he would just continue to preach only sporadically that would really help my nerves issue.
 I’m just sayin....Cuz you know, it's all about not about me.