dear emily,
when i was a timid, young bride, my stomach would be tied
in knots before a business dinner or social function. i fretted
about what i would talk about or what i would wear.
hans, who is a natural extrovert and completely comfortable
in any social environment, couldn't really understand my
worries. "honey, you'll be fine. they'll love you."
yeah right.
so, i took the matter into my own hands and began to read
"us news and world report" before each event. this armed me
with some talking points, but i also quickly discovered that
most people are happy as clams to just talk about themselves.
and, of course, i bought a new suit (think armor not armani.)
when our oldest turned twelve, he no longer found me very
intelligent or interesting. so i read "sports illustrated" to say
things during games like, "do you think he should hold for
one or take a look?"
desperate times call for desperate measures and "a good
sacrifice is not necessarily sound but leaves your opponent
dazed and confused." (nigel short)
love,
lea
"i appeal to you . . . to present your bodies as a living sacrifice."
romans 12:1
