The black heels …

I have never considered myself to be a graceful gal. I was a cheerleader in high school. I ran track. I buy flats, not heels. On a rare occasion I will wear heels but after Friday’s nights fiasco I am not in a big hurry.

I was delighted to have a date with hubby. Dinner at a great restaurant followed by tickets to the theater {not just the movies here folks}. I primped at home and did my best to get ready while 3 munchkins played around my legs and feet. I actually curled my hair, made my eyes a little smokier than usual, got dressed and slipped on my black heels.

My prince came home from work and we rode off into the sunset ….

Dinner was fantastic. We sat together and talked. It was amazing how we were able to complete a conversation start to finish! Don’t get me wrong, we adore our children but getting a few moments alone together really is heavenly. We wined, dined and desserted {cinnamon ice cream = deliciousness}. It was about four bites into our dessert when we realized we had 11 minutes to get to the show before the curtain call! Manners out the window as I slammed down the rest of my ice cream, ran out to the car and took off to find a parking spot before the show started {don’t worry, we did pay the bill}.

Our tickets were at Will Call so hubby dropped me off and would meet me inside. “I’m sorry ma’am, your show is at the theater 1/2 block up the road” the Will Call lady said as she smiled. Ah, there are TWO theaters in this town! I quickly dialed hubby and realized he hadn’t even moved from the spot where he dropped me off. I high tailed it back to the car; my heels clicking and clacking all the way. I flung open the car door and C R A C K. Something hit me. I nearly fell over. I regained my balance, held my head and slowly climbed into the car. I was dizzy. Hubby said something like….”theater …. road …. tickets …. blah …. blah.” I kind of cried. “KC, are you okay?” Turns out my darling black heels make me a bit taller than usual and the corner of our car door is at perfect striking distance with my forehead. Thankfully there was no blood, but I have a huge bruise in the middle of my head {and it is still puffy}. Cringe!

The show was great amidst my pulsing forehead. My dr. hubby took really good care of me and well, I’ll remember that if I am wearing my black heels I need to lean back a bit when opening my car door.

This is a funny story that will always make me laugh I am sure. I am pleased to share that while still sore and bruised, I have learned something profound from the night I wore my heels. I have learned that God made me me unique. No, I am not graceful. I don’t have good depth perception apparently. I don’t always know the ins and outs of things. But I have a God that loves me. I am His and He has plans for my life just as He promises. And, He has plans for you. Did you know that? He made you unique because He has a great purpose for you, too. Rest in that today. Instead of asking Him, “Why did you make me this way?” Say, “How will you use me today?”

“For God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases him.”  Philippians 2:13

Happy Monday,


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6 Responses to The black heels …

  1. I truly love your story. I love how you find the positive and a lesson to learn from your experiences whether they are good or not so good. Thanks for sharing and being real!!

  2. Shelley says:

    This was such a great story for a Monday morning. I can relate to this story in so many ways. Sorry about your head, but thank you so much for sharing. I not only got a giggle out of it, but a blessing too!

  3. charis says:

    what a story! it will definitely be one that you look back on and laugh, but ouch!!! i am not the most graceful either and i can imagine the headache you had for the whole show.

    my recent post: a little bit of real life (and my 37.5 week maternity pics!)

  4. Katy says:

    I love this message & verse. Silly, but it reminds me of the “Hermie” the caterpillar book that my 2-1/2 year old loves right now. Basically, God’s message to the very common feeling caterpillar is “I’m not finished with you yet. I love you and I’m giving you a heart like mine!” Every time we read it I have to remind myself that He’s not finished with me either. His work in us is never done!

  5. Outfit31 says:

    Sounds like something that would happen on one of my date nights! Glad you made the best of it and enjoyed your evening anyway. I found you, because I also luv your sisters blog! Keep up the good work spreading the Word to the world!

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