They say confession is good for the soul. Okay. Here goes. I snore. There I've said it. Now everyone in the world will know (well, maybe not the whole world).
Just like southern girls don't sweat, they don't snore. Or, at least that's what I thought. I guess they may expel me from their ranks.
Once, when I was speaking at a women's retreat they asked us to write on a piece of paper something no one would know about us. Since I was a visitor, I could have written down anything. I've been known to do dumb things so I wrote, "I snore."
Everyone laughed as we guessed who had written the unknown facts on the paper. Then they came to mine. When it was read, both laughter and moans erupted. Everyone was wondering who had to sleep in the room with a snorer (that's why I prefer my own room but it's not always feasible). I sunk deeper into my chair and mentally slapped myself for doing such a stupid thing. Now they ALL knew.
When I told them I was the snorer, they responded with little tight smiles. I was sure one of questions future speakers would be asked was, "Do you snore?"
God is good! I asked him to make me not snore during the time I was at the retreat. He answered my prayer. How would I know? Well, since I had already humiliated myself, I asked my roommate. She said I didn't snore!
Why would a mighty God bother to answer such a simple request (in his eyes, at least)? Because he is my father and he loves me. I am so blessed to have such a father. I hope he is yours, too!
More on snoring tomorrow.
Not sure about this confession is good for soul stuff, Gloria