God's Humor

Have you ever been told that God spanks harder then your parents? (My dad always likes to tell me that when I don't like the punishments he deals) Unfortunately, my dad was right.

Today in church I went up to the front to do put the songs up. We happen to be using uber-technology so I was given a brief tutorial. It was alright, I guess. I don't like standing in front of people (woe is me when I have to take speech) my skirt, I discovered too late, enjoyed staticly clinging to me when I moved, and because of the skirt, didn't really like my outfit. So there I am in front, not enjoying myself and standing as straight and stiff as I can when my dad comes up and tells me something. Regrettably I didn't quit catch what he said. I narrowed it down to A) Stop standing up so stiffly. B) Stand up straight. or C) Every time you stand up your skirt is clinging so try to rearrange it. (It didn't really sound like that but I sure was thinking it) My solution stand really straight till the end of the song then sit down for the rest of praise. So I did and slightly forgot about the low-volumed words and slightly didn't want to ask.
Of course it was brought up again. It happened that my dad had requested me to do B. And in the car on our way home, I found out. Right after my dad and sister had come out with Kramer sandwiches (chili dog and turkey and dressing for me please!) my dad told me he thought I might have scoliosis. Wondering what that is? It's when your spine curves side to side, like a "C" or a "S". So today when we got home I was told to stand straight as i can. I did. And my dad thinks i could have it. More specifically,"we'd better make an appointment." was his diagnosis. So there I was ready to cry and thinking several thoughts.
I really wanted this to be a short post (maybe i should try a one sentence week) but it doesn't seem to be working for me. Anyways, when we were talking and trying to make light of it with the family's, endearing, style, my dad said it might be so I would have to overcome. Yay. My dad said that he was always worrying about what people were thinking about him. He said that when he went into construction he was really freed from it because of how the job is. He even said he hated answering or talking on the phone (sound familiar?) and he was freed from that fear too. The worst part is I have it too. To the extent that I can never ask the Burger King checkout people for Zesty sauce. Or that I have to get my little sister to ask the Micheal's people were there carving tools were. it's bad. And then of course i prayed to God to help me develop a voice because obviously, a mouse is better heard then me. And here's the humor part.
when I was 7th grade public school, there was a girl who had scoliosis. She was slightly made fun of (welcome to the all welcoming spirit of the public schools!) but people stopped when they found out why she was walking weirdly. I remember saying,"I'd hate to have that!" and really really really hoping that I'd never get that. And the part that shames me the most was that I made fun of her too. (I hope you have an idea that I really hate remembering that, and now you see that this is were God's giving me a good whacking. Lesson learned, do not make fun of people.)
So here I am, baring the horrible things of today. And I really think I do have it and that's it's God ordained to one) spank me for making fun of people. And two) get me outside my shell. See, my dad thinks I have it. My dad's cousin had it and scoliosis is something that runs in the family. I've noticed how weirdly I stand and how I always lean to one side. *bonk* I'm not thrilled. But hey, the good part is my aunt managed to embarrese her boys while trying to comfort my dad. (Yes it probaly is petty of me to get enjoyment from that but I need something here!)

P.S. i always wondered if there was a socialize conspiracy in the making. Guess it got God approved.