In God We Trust? Sure. . . . Well, on second thought.
Choices.
The most decisive thing about me is I’m incredibly indecisive.
Always have been.
No. That’s not right.
I usually know what I want — then I start to wonder — what will other people think?
That’s where I get into trouble.
Today, one of my tasks was paying the license tag fee for the year.
And this year in the great state of Georgia, we have a choice between two new tags.
The tag office employee first asked which one my husband would like.
“Do I have time to call him?”
Then I realized, “Oh, I don’t have my phone.”
Tag office lady looked at me like are you kidding?
So she offered, “Men want the plain tag. There are not into the colors.”
Super. One decision made with help of nice tag lady with lots of experience with what men want in their tags.
For myself, I chose the colorful tag with the pretty harvest pumpkins.
Closer inspection revealed peaches not pumpkins.
Oh Georgia. I get it.
Then she said, “Morgan or In God We Trust?”
or
Whoa.
Of course I want the God one. Don’t I?
But what will people think?
That I’m making some political statement?
Or I’m trying to force my religious views on folks who think trusting in God is for the weak, feeble-minded and confused?
I guess I never tire of perpetuating some stereotypes.
What to do?
Tag lady stared.
I trust in God. Why on earth not put it on my plate?
People just seem so polarized of late.
And angry.
I just wanted to get my new plate and now I felt I needed a therapist. Or a pacifier.
This was getting downright embarrassing. Make a decision Jamie.
Which I did.
But then I realized all this fretting was for naught.
I forgot about my plate cover.
Even in the Bible Belt, the God of the Sabbath sometimes gets overshadowed by the god of the SEC.
