Last Sunday was awkward.
Which is really not all that unusual for a person always going, going, going, who's mouth works faster than her brain, and drinks entirely too much coffee.
Anyhoo, I was asked by our worship pastor to sing on praise team with his kids while he was out leading a revival. And I felt awkward, but decided to do it.
And then between first and second service my husband pointed out that I bumped up the average age of the group by about 8 years...He said it was like: Oh, Dave's kids are leading worship. Cool. And Andrea? Huh.
My husband. Always there to lift me up.
Obviously after being so encouraged I was not at all uncomfortable for second service. However, as all second services go, (hello to anyone who has to lead worship to an 8am crowd) it was energetic and I soon lost my sense of paranoia that everyone was wondering what I was doing up there with that group of kids...
And then it was over, and the preacher began. I turned, put my mike in the stand and stooped to grab my purse and Bible that I had stashed under one of the choir chairs.
And the button on my pants popped.
And I was just relieved that it occurred as I was leaving stage after second service and not when I took a big gasp of air during the "I'll Fly Away/Some Glad Morning" medley that we had started the service with.