God Fixed It e-bog

Molly was black-balled fifteen minutes after she arrived at church camp. Unable to shake off the unpopularity and low self-image that followed, she turned to God to fix it. God listened, maybe chuckled a bit and probably shook His head in sympathy at Mollys mishaps. Since girls were not allowed to wear pants to school, Molly tells this story:I would do as Mother suggested: whip my pants off in the cloakroom in the morning and straighten my skirt, then put my pants back on for the ride home after school. The storm, true to Mothers prediction, lasted all night.I jumped off my bike at the street crossing and pushed the front tire off the curb. In that split-second, my pants tumbled down circling my shoes. My skirt remained wadded up around my fanny. Kids behind me gasped, and someone started to laugh. The sound pierced the still morning air like laughter on Jack Bennys radio show. Within moments all the kids giggled and pointed at my struggle to get my pants up.The crossing guards startled look made my face get hot with embarrassment before I could get my pants buttoned. I wanted to tell him he could see I had a skirt on Mollys inability to say no followed her into marriage. She used the saying, You made your bed; now lie in it, to adjust to wrong decisions until what she wanted the most was denied. What would she do now?