Sometimes in life, there are moments of absolute certainty.
For a handful of people, this comes when they “hear” God’s voice telling them what direction they need to turn.
Others, like my Grandma Ruth, have their moments of absolute certainty when they are in the market and have taken their broom-straw to test melons. And find one.
My most recent moment of certainty was when I realized, in my distractedness, that my dress was completely seethrough and my underwear were shining straight through. This, and I had already been publicly out and about for three hours. I was certain that it was in the top twenty-five things I wish I could do differently. That or the moment I stumbled over my words and accidentally told my male professor “good cock!” instead of “good talk!”
It’s in these moments that, in your absolute certainty, you learn more about who you are as a person. God hearers get direction for their life, Grandma Ruths get to prove their half-baked theories when a beautiful red shows itself in a watermelon. And people like me are reminded once again that “cool” will never be my middle name.
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