Humility calls

First let me apologize for not blogging for a bit, but life around here's been crazy. I've spent the last few evenings in the hospital with Pam. She's doing better though, and finally went home today. For those of you that don't know, Pam is my adopted mom. She took Kyle and I both in as family and refers to us as her two oldest. So along with that, I now have another brother, sister, dad and extended family. Speaking of this family, I spent the weekend with them last weekend. Usually when I spend the weekend with them we're camping, but this time we went to southern Indiana for a retreat weekend with their church. This retreat was held at a Baptist camp..... an oldschool camp. (Let me take this opportunity to remind those of you who know me, how I was raised. A certain someone would tell me I was going straight to hell for going to a Baptist camp. Fortunately, I don't listen to him anymore, but my God was glad I was there.)
I guess I've been spoiled by going to college campuses for camps the past several years. You know, dorm rooms with private baths and air conditioning..... Well, this camp had cinder block cabins with attic fans, not a.c., and you had to walk to the bath house. Now, I need you to understand that I'm not high maintenance, but I am a little spoiled when it comes to that sort of thing. So with my spoiledness firmly in hand, I marched into the cabin and began to complain about everything. I wasn't being whiny, but sarcastically rude. God decided if I was going to get anything out of the weekend, he needed to knock me off my high horse. So, here we go..... after claming my bunk (the bottom of course) I set my full large iced Coke on the top bunk, and decide to sit on my bed to get things unpacked. Well, as I was talking to Pam I threw my pillow up top to get it out of the way..... go ahead.... you can imagine what happened next.... I was drenched in ice cold coke. Oh, yeah, it was hot out, so I'd just changed into 1 of only 2 pair of shorts I brought that were now also drenched. So, after cleaning up the mess, I decided to take a shower before all the bugs in a 3 mile radius were attracted to my new found sweetness. I walked to the shower house with my showerbag and clean, dry clothes in outstretched hands, and began to get ready. Just before I stepped in, I reached into my bag for the shampoo.... none to be found. No conditioner either! I had to get back into my sticky clothes to go borrow some. While I was in the shower I realized this was God's way of saying "Angi, get over yourself!"
Needless to say, the rest of the weekend went better. There were several times that I was moved to tears, and I know that the Holy Spirit was there. It's funny to me how the things that moved me most were the same ones that would've made me uncomfortable or offended me a few years ago. I guess what I'm saying is I've stretched and grown. Isn't God amazing? He put me in my place and opened my heart at the same time. amazing.....