Bam!

If you know me even a little, then you probably know that I tend to think….think a lot.  Sometimes to the point where it gets in the way and puts up walls (not a good thing) and stops things from going from my head to my heart.  The last few days I got all caught up in the thinking.  The heady, here’s what experience tells me.  I “know” the truth, but I couldn’t shake the all over the board emotions ranging from confused to frustrated to happy to disappointed to sad to lonely to okay to everything else.  I bounced around and couldn’t find my footing on the solid rock.

Until today. I sat in class and I tried to pay attention and engage in conversation, but every once in a while my thoughts would overwhelm me still.  Until I heard these words, “Follow Me.”  Funny thing is that we were talking about ministering to youth and I really don’t remember how that fit in and neither does my roomie (I asked her later).  So then, God immediately brought to mind the verse below:

“…what is that to you?  You follow Me!”

My reaction: Whoa. Lord, you are so here.  You are so getting my attention.  Because really.  What is it to me that ___ is doing this or that God is working in that way in their lives.  Even, who is that to me and what is that to you that I’m working in a way you didn’t expect.  When all I need to focus on is following Him then everything else fades away.  Africa fades away. Lindo fades away. Thrive fades away. Hope House kids fade away. Marriage fades away.

Yes, good things and yes, serving is good, but He just wants me to “be.”  He loves me when I’m just sitting on the floor with Him leaning against my bed.  He wants me to follow Him and be with Him.  He wants to step out only on His firm foundation.

“It had opened her eyes to the fact that right down in the depths of her own heart she really had but one passionate desire, not for the things which the Shepherd had promised but for himself.  All she wanted was to be allowed to follow him forever. “Nothing else really matters only to love him and to do what he tells me.” -Hinds Feet in High Places

Cold…

Remind me why I decided to go to a place that gets COLD? The type of cold that forces you to wear a winter coat and a hat.  Although, I will admit that I do love my white hat, but still!  I don’t like being cold.  Maybe in December I’ll pick better!  Maybe not, but really.  I hate the transition!  Where one day the weather is fabulous and warm and then BAM we lied it really is going to get cold here.  You really will need that winter coat and that heater and that sleeping bag…..here’s to a few more weeks of semi-warm, please?

I got hit by a car!

Wow. I still can’t get over it….I got hit by a car.  The concept seems to surreal to really have happened.  So, I decided that the weather was gorgeous and since no one would play tennis or golf with me that I would go for a little bike ride.  Bad idea.  Riding along and see this odd red car looking like it is going to make a u turn in the road.  It does and runs right alongside me and bam I’m on the ground.  Of course my head doesn’t move fast enough to unclick my feet from the pedals or do anything other than slam on the brakes.  Then the odd feeling of oh crap I just got hit by a car I should be bawling, but then the self-talk of I’m okay everything’s fine.  I got up and shook it off. Talked with the driver, told him that the “dirt treated me well” and forced myself to get back on the bike with just a few scrapes.  So there’s my getting hit by a car story. Enjoy. It’s rough and unedited, but so was getting hit.