"There you are," a woman whispered in my ear as she grabbed my elbow during a church gathering. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
I braced myself. You never know what a statement like that could mean---especially at a church gathering.
Did I leave my car running in the parking lot? Did one of my kids
have an accident involving bodily fluids? Or horror of all horrors---is
my husband's zipper down while he's preaching?
The woman led me from the back of the meeting room where I was standing into the lobby area.
Was there someone critically in need of prayer? Is there a baby being
born in the lobby? Did someone leave a pumpkin latte out here with my
name on it?
The woman urgently pointed to the ceiling. "Look! The air conditioning isn't cold enough. You have to fix it."
I breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a quick hug. "The air
conditioner? I don't know how to fix the air conditioner. I barely know
how to read a Celsius thermostat."
She thought about this for a second and chuckled. "But you are the pastor's wife."
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