www.gracechapelpa.org), and after getting the boys to their classes, I sat at my table, took off my coat, and fed Rosalind, who was waiting patiently, still in her pajamas. When we finished, I took her to the nursery where I changed her clothes and left her with the care-takers, and returned to the large meeting room.
Since Nancy had already started teaching, I discreetly sat at my table in the front row, and quietly began to take notes. The "Marriage Moment" topic was about choosing to let your husband be the man--the way God created him. (One example she gave was to get to the point when you're telling a story.) It's okay, and in fact good, that your husband is different from you, and we need to be reminded to accept that and choose to give him that freedom.
I reacted as I would have if it were a bee or a spider--I quickly brushed it off with my other hand and inhaled loudly through my nose and squirmed a bit in my chair, trying not to cause a huge distraction from Nancy's teaching.
After the lesson was over, Nancy saw the bug and I looked over just in time to hear the crunching sound coming from under her shoe. The roach was no more.
Now, here's the short and sweet version for my wonderful husband, and anyone else who appreciates a story in a nutshell:
I found a cockroach crawling on me while I was sitting quietly at church today. It freaked me out a little, but now I keep thinking about where it might have come from. Eeeew! I hope we don't have them in our house!