"Why don't you come on over Caroline?"

At a wedding last week we were singing our hearts out to all the classic songs people prance about to at the evening party. Unaccustomed to such events and a tea-teetotaler, I was determined not to be labelled that most awful of persons - "a partypooper." Standing awkwardly on the dance floor in a pair of high heels now welded to my feet after 7 hours of gradual swelling, I joined in loudly with the well known song by the Zutons, made famous more recently by Amy Whinehouse and Mark Ronson. That morning I had been listening to the celebrations as England lionesses scraped their way through to the quarter finals of the women's world cup and somewhere in my subconscious, two songs became muddled. Fortunately in the raucous cacophony of a well oiled group, my new invitation for Caroline to come over rather than Valerie went largely unnoticed.

I was reminded of a verse in Exodus where God and Moses are having a discussion about rescuing people. God tells Moses,  "I will do what you have said because you have gained my trust and blessing and I know you by name."  I'm really confident that God doesn't get me mixed up with some other woman when he determines to bless me.