Belied! It is a word. I used it in a story that was presented to a critique group several years ago. One of the gals told me it wasn't a word. Even when I insisted it was. Sometimes, though, we are misunderstood with a word that we don't articulate correctly, or it sounds so similar to another, or perhaps the hearer just doesn't know the word.
Have you ever had that happen? I'm sure most, or all, of us have. I have one incident that just came to mind this morning.
Years ago, I was a Women's Ministry Representative in the denomination I belong to. I was in charge of twenty-plus churches in the west central section of Arizona. This just meant I was one of several ladies who helped plan and organize state and sectional events for women.
At the time, I was also single after my twenty-two year marriage had ended. As such, I was the Singles' Director at my church. We had activities almost every week. I loved our singles' group. I met my husband, Jeff, there.
Our singles were having a potluck lunch at my house one Sunday after church, and we had a new gal there. I'll call her Linda since I don't remember her name. I was feeling a little nervous that day because on Tuesday I had an event where as a WM Rep I had to participate in a presentation before a few hundred people that included pastors and state leaders within our denomination. Gulp!
At the potluck I was sitting at the table with several of our single ladies. The men were watching sports on television. I mentioned to the ladies I was nervous. New lady, Linda, who wasn't familiar with me or our denomination, asked me what it was. I explained the best I could to her, but I could tell by the puzzled look on her face that she wasn't grasping it.
"You're nervous?" she asked.
"Well, yes. There will be pastors and leaders watching me."
"What is it again?"
Her puzzled expression intensified. "They're asking you, a single and divorced woman, to talk to the pastors and leaders about it?"
"Well, not talk exactly. It's a skit."
"That's amazing that they think you're qualified. What an honor."
Now I was puzzled. Qualified? Maybe an honor, after all, it was part of my job as a rep. But qualified?
"I'm not sure what you mean by qualified."
Her look said she thought perhaps she had offended me. "Oh, you know. That they think a single, divorced woman could give sexual counsel to pastors and leaders."
Sectional Council, not sexual council! I almost fell out of my chair laughing.