Bonus Blog: Funny Childhood Story

Since I missed my blog on Sunday because I was so busy, and since I have committed to blogging everyday. I decided to supplement my blog today with an additional funny childhood story of mine. I hope you really enjoy it!

Ha. Life is so funny sometimes. My friend Morgan reminded me of a story I told her and her boyfriend a while ago. I'm sure you guys have all heard of the scripture about having faith the size of a mustard seed. Well I consider myself to have been a pretty intelligent kid. I listened in church. I heeded the scriptures and their words. So for a very intuitive child like myself, it was probably not best for me to have learned of the story of Peter who walked on water. Defying gravity and walking on water was a very cool concept to me. I mean just imagine how completely cool I would look if I simply had faith and could walk on water. Everyone would be looking at me like, this kid must be an angel or something, she can walk on water. Instead of Peter, I would be called Petrisha. LOL.Hmmm. I would be able to walk on water and be renamed out of respect for my new-found super human power.

Well, needless to say, when I went to the beach that summer, I was more than ready to test this theory. Walking on water.WOW. that's cool. And all I have to do is have faith right? Shoot. I believe. LOL. So I went to the deep end, and I remember thinking, “Jesus, I know I can't swim, but I’m about to show all of these non-believers in the house today, how far faith can take me. Right over to the other side. I believe lord. Yes I do. LOL. Well I remember stepping out and BOOM. Fell straight to the bottom. I remember thinking in panic stricken thoughts “I believe, I believe, I believe lord, what? How you gon let me sink like that lord, I said I believe!!!!” Well I think my “faith the size of a mustard seed” may have missed it by about a 100th of a centimeter. My measurements were off. Because had my uncle Anthony not jumped in and saved me, I would have been a goner. So, for my children, I hereby boycott the story of Peter walking on the water for fear that my children will be as blonde as their well-intentioned mother and decide to take the plunge (literally). I guess I missed the part of the story where Peter was actually walking TO JESUS and not across a pool, no Jesus in sight. LOL. I just thought I would share that funny childhood memory with the rest of the blogosphere. Until later.