>Driving with Your Knee

>Last week, I was driving Andy to preschool, when he asked, “Mommy, why awn’t your hands on tah teering-wheel?” I told him that sometimes I drive with my knee. He didn’t like that. So I put my hands back on the steering wheel. Today, while driving solo

, I caught myself driving WITH my knee, WHILE texting, ON the Interstate. Scary.
Often, the parallel is made that God is the driver and we are the passenger. And now I know why.
God never takes His hands off the steering wheel. 
He has never been distracted on the roadtrip of your life. 
He doesn’t take calls; He doesn’t steer with knees, He doesn’t carry on conversations. He doesn’t even blink.
On the roadtrip of my life, in the passenger seat, I can get drowsy, motion-sick, worried or distressed, but that’s why I’m not the one driving. 
God has to be the driver; I get to be the passenger.
Andy’s probably wishing for that too. : )

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>A Sinner’s Post; Another Sinner’s Reply

>Dear whoever,
My name is….well, it doesn’t matter; you don’t know me anyway. But I’ve got to get this out & I’m not ready to take this to people, so I’ll take it to this keyboard. I’ve really screwed up. As a matter of fact, I am a screw-up. I don’t feel like I could live for God because I’m too far from where He is. Don’t get me wrong, I know God. When I was a kid, I invited him into my heart. But now that all the naivety and innocence is gone, I think God is too. You just don’t know how bad it is. I’ve done, seen, and been the worst. What can God do with someone like that?
Later,
a screw up

Dear screw-up,
I’m one too. I lived a miserable life for a long time. I was far from God always thinking, “Why bother finding my way back?” But I didn’t, ’cause God found His way to me. I can’t share with you the condition God found me in, but I can tell you it was a shameful place. And when He did, He entered quietly & gracefully. It’s like He knew the last thing I needed was loud and forceful. And like my pastor shared this weekend…He tapped me. Hey, listen, there’s alot of people God’s done this for.And I’m gonna ask them to leave a comment to let you know that. Cause we want you to know you’re not the only one; and God won’t give up on you, even if you were.
Later,
another screw up, Heather

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>I Did It!

>Today was my first gymnastic lesson. I was embarrassed & nervous as I walked up, wondering what the staff & students were thinking when they saw this grown woman beaming with little-girl excitement. But this was it!! Literally carrying around 26 years of unfulfilled business and here I was, ready to fulfill it. Coach Dave is so cool! He’s from my hometown area and he has the same accent as me! I also got to meet his wife (an accomplished coach herself) and their 3 very talented daughters (must run in the family). Anyway, it was a fulfilling & exhilarating hour that I can’t WAIT to repeat next Friday!! If any of you are interested, click here, they have openings!! Oh, wait…how’s my body, you say?Well…

here’s what I looked like at the lesson:

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>Open Your Mouth; Let God Out

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Today, I was the guest-speaker at a staff meeting of a small business. I was anxious because this is not a crowd I usually speak to. What would I say, and how? Would I speak in “we’s” or “you’s?” Would I speak to them as potential leaders or current followers? Would I use scripture? How much of me would I be willing to share? I undoubtedly had more questions than answers.

So the hours leading up to this involved alot of praying, from friends and me. Praying, praying and more praying.
And when I stood in front of this staff and my mouth opened, everything in me stood still except for my heartbeat and God in my heart. I spoke for 15 minutesbecause God only had 15 minutes of things to say. It was cool.
When you have a big opportunity to use your mouth for God, pray alllllllllllllllllllll the way leading up to it. Exhaust ALL your words through praying, because when God takes over to speak through you, you won’t need them. : )

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>Questions

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Tonight, after dinner, DJ hopped up on Raul’s lap & had some questions:“So that person (satan) isn’t a monster, is he?”
“What does the bad-angel (satan) do to people when they go there (hell)? 

“Why did someone kill the dark man (MLK Jr.)?
“If they shot him because he was dark…will they shoot you because you are brown?”
“Where did the man go who killed the dark man (MLK Jr.)?
I share this because it’s cute, but I think it’s also something else…
a sincere exchange between a godly one and a seeking one.
And maybe in our “big-people” world, others are thinking the same things….they just aren’t asking ’em.

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>I Have an Announcement!

>When I was 8, I started gymnastic lessons. 
When I was 10, I had to quit. 
The reason I quit doesn’t keep me up at night; not finishing has. 
For 24 years, there’s been a tiny piece of real estate occupying the corner of my heart with a sign that reads: unfinished.
Well that’s gonna change.
I just got off the phone with a local gymnastics- coach and this Friday, I start private lessons.
I’m coming back, folks & I’m finishing what I started: a successful round-off back handspring.
AND I AM SO EXCITED I COULD SCREAM!
I can’t believe this coach is going to work with a no-future, middle-aged mom like me.
And if I wasn’t so freakin’ excited about this, I think I’d be embarrassed that I’m sharing it with you!

“I don’t know about you, but I’m running hard for the finish line. I’m giving it everything I’ve got.”1 Cor 9:26, TM

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>Prostrate

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  • Prostrate: to cast (oneself) face down on the ground in humility, submission, or adoration.
  • This word is used 13 times in the Old Testament of the NIV.
  • Tonight I read them all.
  • This one spoke the loudest: the oracle of one who hears the words of God, who has knowledge from the Most High, who sees a vision from the Almighty, who falls prostrate, and whose eyes are opened (Num. 24:16)
  • I wonder why prostrating was more of an action in the OT than the NT?
  • I wonder if it’s just a thing of the past?
  • I wonder if God wishes it was more part of the present?

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>So whatta ya pray?

>1/11/08, 6:30am
I am journaling my prayers, the last entry reads: “God, please do a purifying in me today, especially before I teach for you this Sunday.”
1/12/08, 1:00-3:00am:
I’m bowing at the toilet, barfing my brains out. In between explosive barfing, I’m huddled on the cold tile in a fetal position, moaning. Dehydrated, cramping, sweating. As I project my dinner beyond the porcelain bowl onto the bathroom walls, I am praying, “God, please help me!
1/13/08, 9:30am:
I am at our 
Doral campus, getting ready to walk out on stage to teach to the congregation. My stomach muscles are still sore;
my appetite isn’t quite restored…..But my body has surely been purified.
Hum?
Perhaps one had to do with the other, you know the old adage, “Be careful what ya pray for!”
Or, perhaps, it just simply means that 
Legal Seafoods should change their name to Illegal Seafoods because they served me bad steamers!!!!

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>Bummed

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I have a good bud who doesn’t attend the same church as me, nor shares the same faith. 
However, due to the beautiful level of respect we’ve built for each other, 
she kindly accepted my invitation to attend my church over Christmas. 
Which was a really cool answer to a long-awaited prayer. 
Well, this morning she shared with me that on Christmas morning, her extended family vocally ganged up on her for going to 
Flamingo
They questioned her loyalties–to her faith and to her family.
And this has just about killed me.
I’ve thought about it all day: the unfairness to her; the helplessness in me.
It seemed like I was on such a clear mission for her. Albeit slow, at least it was going smooth.
Not sure where to go from here.

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>Smile-Counting, Day 2

>As a follow-up to yesterday, according to my little tally sheet, I smiled 29 times in a 15-hr day. Now I don’t have a clue what that means, scientifically or psychologically. But it was interesting to note why I smiled and to whom I smiled. Some highlights:

  • smiled when a coworker said something funny to me
  • smiled when another coworker & I worked on a video
  • smiled watching DJ & Andy do their stunt show
  • smiled when I greeted the Pest Control guy
  • smiled when I chatted with the bagger at Publix (then gave him an invite to my church!)
  • and smiled when DJ drew this picture:

  • DJ was drawing a picture of what he endearingly coined, “special people.” When he was done, I asked him who these two special people were. He said Pastor Allen and Pastor Troy (look close enough & you’ll be able to tell who’s who). As a mama-bear, this made me smile. A 5-yr old, void of a home where God is, could have drawn a myraid of things. Of which could have disheartened his mommy. But DJ drew a picture of 2 godly guys. I’m sure God is smiling at DJ too.

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