Praise

I have a friend that wears polo shirts and khakis all the time, pants in the winter and shorts in the summer. She wears this ensemble so often that we laugh about it being her uniform. And since we actually do wear uniforms where we work, this sometimes causes confusion when she refers to her uniform. For example, I might ask her, “What are you wearing when we go to dinner on Saturday?” Her response, “I’m wearing my uniform.” For a split second I always picture her sitting there in her work uniform and it throws me for a loop. Anyhoo… the reason for this big explanation out of the blue, is so you’ll understand why I shall refer to her from now on as Pink Polo. Oh, I forgot to mention, her favorite color is pink. So, on to the real story…

As we were leaving work today, I mentioned to Pink Polo that I would be attending church tonight, so I wouldn’t be able to exercise. We have to drive about 30 mins to church so exercise just isn’t fitting into the picture. So she looks at me and serious as a heart attack says, “Go and get your praise on!” You said it sister!! I thought I would fall out in the floor (or the asphalt in this instance). Now I don’t know if Pastor would appreciate me going wild in the service, but it’s always a thought.