"If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone." ~Romans 12:18
Only God could have orchestrated this little story of redemption:
So, last week I told on myself for losing it at the swim meet. Fast forward a week, and I'm once again on the pool deck, this time for the League meet and I am working a shift as a timer. The head official explains the timing system, and asks if I want to be on lane 1, 7 or 8. Doesn't matter, so I randomly pick 8. I take my place near the blocks of lane 8, the National Anthem is sung, and the officials take their places around the pool. I look up to smile and say good morning to the official positioning herself a foot or so from me, and realize it is the woman I followed down the pool deck in my tirade a week before. The one who DQ'd my daughter for a touch that Macy made, but the official didn't see, in the race that mattered the most to Macy all season.
I'm not a drama girl. I truly do want to "live at peace with everyone," as much as possible. I may be emotional and undisciplined in moments of extreme frustration, but conviction comes quickly after my mouth gets away from me. Here was my chance for redemption. The meet was going quickly, and League is a pre-cursor to State Championships, so Kris--yep, I know her name now--was busy officiating. I kept praying and running through scenarios in my head of the words of apology I would offer her. Finally, another official came to relieve Kris and I saw my chance.
I called her by name, and told her how sorry I was for my behavior the week before. I made no excuses, just apologies. Guess what happened next? If you know me, you might guess--we hugged! She literally started crying and told me how much it meant to her to have me apologize and we hugged. Kris and I, we are good now, apology accepted.