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Psalm 119:33  God, teach me lessons for living so
I can stay the course.

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Be sure your sin will find you out:)

4/19/2017

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My old roommate son came to our church as a special speaker, and having him reminded me of some good college days memories of living with Mona.  I told her I was going to have to tell some stories, and she says, “Oh, then I will tell about how I had to be your designated driver and pick you up from all the bars all over Huntington”….oh, she is a trip, that’s for sure.  Mona and I met while dating good friends in Ripley, and by the time I moved to Huntington, she had already graduated and had a job with an opthamologist, so she worked from 8:00 – 5:00, and I went to school and had a job that ended around 5:00 also.
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We were not the typical college kids, I don’t guess.  Neither of us had much money, so we brought canned goods and food from our parents’ freezers, and we cooked a meal every day like married people, seldom wasting money eating out or on junk food.  When we went to the store, we knew exactly how much we had to spend, and we kept track of everything that went into the buggy to make sure we could afford it.  Mona is really funny, so we had lots of laughs and good times. Cheryl Durst Poling lived with us for a while also, so that added another element of hilarity. 
 
We had two bedrooms and Mona had her own twin bed, but she usually slept with me as we’d lie in bed and talk until we fell asleep.  One morning, I woke up to Mona’s finger stuck in my mouth.  I wake up, there is this finger in my mouth, and there lay Mona on her back, left arm flung across my body with her finger in my mouth.  I take her finger out and wake her up with a “What in the world are you doing?”  She says, “You have been gritting your teeth all night – I couldn’t take it another minute, so I just stuck my finger in there to make it stop!”  Oh my…..I guess it never occurred to her to get in her own bed.
 
She would make fun of me and do these impressions of me waking up with hair standing on end, eyes squinted, picking the clock up and putting it right up to my face, saying, “What time is it?”  Thank the Lord for the invention of clocks with big numbers and contacts you can sleep in!  In this day and age, I probably could sue her for discrimination against a half-blind person.
 
Back then, I had those hard contacts that you had to take out every night, and I would spit on them occasionally and stick them back in my eyes.   Mona would just rail and rail at me:  “You’re going to go blind from doing that, and DO NOT call me to help you – I have warned you again and again,” blah, blah, blah.  One night after I’m married and have been away from Mona for several years, I woke up in the night OUT OF NOWHERE with a stabbing pain in my eye.  I am crying and screaming, and I wake my husband up and say, “I’m going blind, I’m going blind, I know I am.  Mona told me not to do this, she warned me and warned me.”  It’s like 4:00 a.m. and he says, “Well, call  her and see what could be wrong.”  I’m like, “I cannot call her at 4:00 in the morning and ask her to help me when she warned me I was doing this to myself!”  So I wait until around 6:00 a.m. and call her – she, of course, gives me a quick “I told you so” and then proceeds to tell me it’s probably  just a scratch on my contact or my eye or something and I should just go to the eye doctor and I would be all right.  Thank the Lord, she was right!  But I will say I didn’t spit on my contacts as often…..
 
One time Mona had this guy interested in her, and we had invited him over for dinner.  When he shows up, he brings this bottle of wine as a house-warming gift or hostess gift or whatever.  We didn’t drink, so we just sat the wine on the counter, had the meal, and her interest in that guy never went anywhere, so we ended up with this random bottle of wine.  My mom and sister were coming down to attend a bridal shower Mona was giving me before I got married to Terry, and here we have this wine still on the counter.  I tell Mona, “I’m going to stick this stupid bottle of wine in the back of my closet so my mother doesn’t go nuts thinking I’ve become a wino while I’ve been gone to college.”  I stick the bottle behind my hang-up clothes in my closet and promptly forget about it.
 
Mom and Kim show up, and – you guessed it – somehow Mom has brought me something, an outfit or some clothing item, and she heads straight from the front door right to my closet, swooshes aside the clothes to hang up what she’s brought, and there it sits, my hidden wine!  Which, I must say, was not even MY wine – it was Mona’s date/nondate that brought it – why in the world it got stuck in my closet is beyond me!  You should have seen the look on mom’s face – it was one of those “What is this” looks that wasn’t accusatory, but more like “Why are you hiding a bottle” looks.  Oh yeah, that’s when all the story-telling started that I didn’t want to have to go into to start with.  We got a good laugh out of it, and it reminded me once again, your sin (or not sin, actually!) will find you out! 
 
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    My name is Teresa Evans.  I am a wife to Tom, a retired Circuit Judge, and I am a court reporter by trade, a mother by God's grace and a lover of Jesus Christ.  I've grown up in a family blessed with many miracles, and have received multiple miracles myself.

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