Thursday, July 11, 2013

I'm a Frayed Knot

A string walks into a bar and orders a drink.  The bartender says, "We don't serve strings here!  Get out!"

The string walks outside, kinks himself up and pulls the strands on top apart.  He then walks into the same bar and orders a drink.

The bartender glares at him and says, "I thought I told you we don't serve strings here!  Aren't you that string that was just in here a minute ago?"

The string looks at him and replies, "I'm a frayed knot."

You may now groan at that very old, very bad joke.  However, that seems to describe my life today.

I was scheduled to give a deposition in a court case today.  Having never done such a thing before, I found myself personifying the frayed knot.  What would they ask?  How would I answer?  What if I answered the wrong way?  All of these questions had my stomach in "knots" because I was a-"frayed" of what I did not know.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding..."

Yes, I have that memorized.  But it did little to ease my mind.  Sometimes I let worry become the greater, while truth is the lesser.

Why do I torture myself this way?

The law firm called to say that the deposition was delayed.  It might even be cancelled altogether. That would suit me JUST. FINE.

But if it does come to pass, I'm praying for fear to take the back seat.  I'd rather be the string!

1 comment:

Susanne said...

Never heard that joke before, old as it may be. I still got a chuckle out of it. But not your situation. Praying for peace of mind for you!