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Living On A Prayer

     As a child I knew I wasn't like the other kids. Crazy things always happened to me, mostly due to my awkward nature. 
     One of the most memorable situations of my life occurred in grade school. Many of us remember those horribly awkward years. Grade school can be a cruel and unusual time for some. 
     This was like any other day. I scrambled around the house, getting ready for school. I grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt from the laundry basket, quickly got dressed, and headed out the door. 
     It was a pretty good day for the most part. I went to lunch, then headed back to class where we were doing small group reading. I sat on the floor with five of my classmates. We did our reading, answered the question sheet, and then our teacher rang the little bell on her desk, telling us to head back to our seats. I stood up with everyone else and that's when it happened. I looked at the floor and noticed a small bulge around my ankle. I stomped my foot and to my horror, out flopped a pair of floral underwear in all their glory. I could not believe my eyes! I had to make a decision in an instant. I could either try to quickly scoop them up and pray to God that no one saw them or I could run away and "abandon ship". I completely and totally "abandoned ship". I kicked them as far away from me as I could.  I ran to my desk and waited. Then I had a horrible thought......... What if Mom wrote my name in them?! I prayed that no one saw and "please, dear precious, Lord Jesus, let my name not be on those underpants." 
     I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I was sentenced to a life of humiliation. I was already the weird girl with a bad haircut. Would I forever be known as that girl who lost her underpants at school? I could hear their mocking little voices singing,"We saw London, we Saw France, we saw Chrystal's underpants!" I was terrified. 
     I snapped back to reality, when a girl from my class shrieked in horror. She loudly cried,"Eeeeeeeeeew!!!!!! Underwear!!!!!!!" The class was in an uproar. There were giggles, gasps and "Eeeews!". I chimed in with a loud and obnoxious, "Eeeeeeeew! Gross!" in hopes of throwing off any suspicion that those bloomers could belong to me. 
     The teacher walked toward the source of disruption. My heart raced. She bent down and using a pencil, picked them up. There they were, my underpants in all their glory, hanging like a flag of surrender for all of my class to see. Was she going to return them to me? Did she know they were mine? She walked towards my desk and my heart Was thumping in my chest. The closer she got, the greater I started to sweat. The anxiety was too much and I almost burst into tears, when she passed me by, and dropped them into the wastebasket by her desk. I released a deep sigh of relief and said deep thanks to God. 
       No one ever found out that those were my underpants (until now) and my school year was, well, not as bad as it had potential to be.  A pair of bloomers were lost that day but it was a small price to pay. To this day, I check the legs of my pants before leaving the house and I always will. I've found an occasional dryer sheet, tucked away in the leg, and when I do, I remember how merciful God truly is. 

Blessed  be  God, Who has not turned away my prayer, Nor His mercy from me!
 (Psalms 66:20 NKJV)

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