On Sunday, I had to attend a meeting at church before my actual worship services began. It was crazy, crazy windy as I arrived at the church. My hair, skirt, everything was blowing everywhere as I approached the door to the building.
Suddenly, a very powerful gust of wind slammed against the roof right above me. This gust of wind caused a large amount of water from the roof to come splashing down to the ground. But, before it reached the ground it landed directly on top of me.
I was completely soaked. I stood at the door a little in shock, wondering if I should risk being late by running home and fixing my hair and changing clothes.
I decided to suck it up and stay at the church and to be on time to my meeting. I made a stop at the restroom to wipe off my face and to do what I could to make myself a bit more presentable. But, all in all, I looked like a sorry mess.
As I walked along the hallways of the church, my hair looking like it does when I first step out of the shower, I told myself I needed to think about my priorities a bit when it came to my appearance. Perhaps I need to be a tad more vain and less concerned with punctuality.
I'm pretty sure I'll stick with punctuality, but in the meantime I have a fun story to tell and have added yet another reason as to why I totally and utterly hate and loathe the wind.