Free at Last? Free at Last?

As I was driving to my mom's house for the fourth festivities, I heard Air1 play Dr. King's, "Free at Last," speech.

Man, I want that kind of freedom.
He had dreams that were noble and righteous.

Mine just take me to super fun places where I get to share the love.

The other night I dreamt I was boarding my Fisher Price airplane and hugging all of the little wooden headed people as I got ready to climb the flight of stairs.

A stairway to heaven perhaps?
"Take me now, Lord. Please. I'm begging you!"

But then my plane turned into a rocket ship. And I'm pretty sure I heard Elton John singing.
And then the rockets red glare woke me up and reminded me that Fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays of the year.

My birthday follows just a few days later and my mom always plans a fabulous celebration, combining the birth of our great country with honoring her own Little Miss Independence.

Me.

Born July 8th, 1967
.
What did I wish for when I blew out my candles?
Freedom.

Jesus Christ can I just be free at last?

I admit it. I'm in a fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh of July funk for sure.

I feel pushed by an invisible force to live a life that smushes me and leaves me feeling suffocated and defeated.

I have also felt quite certain that God and I were tight, and I really was created for something more than the life I've actually been living.

Mediocrity messes with my head.

And then I start to mope around, crying and complaining like a whiney Israelite.

Can I just skip the wilderness adventure pack and go back?

There is some sick sense of security when you're living in bondage, you know?

"Get me out of here!" screams from the depth of my soul.
And I mean it.

Free me from the overwhelming guilt of my past. Free me from the financial hardship brought on by myself and others, Free me from the hurt of words, both spoken and heard. Free me from doubt and insecurity and a looming sense that nothing ever really changes.

I throw on the yoke, tie up the knots and totally ignore what was done on the cross for me. Continually measuring myself against how perfectly 'right' everyone else is doing it but me.

But it's wrong.

"It is for freedom, that Christ set us free! Therefore, do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery."

The entire 5th chapter of Galatians, begs me to understand the magnificence of this freedom!
It's just about Jesus.

But I'm still stuck anyway.

Some days I think I hear him say, "Quit."
Other days, "Be still and know that I am God."

I am still, just a little bit ticked off.

The weight of my regrets is so ridiculously unbearable and the do-over list gets longer every day.

In my life long pursuit of happiness, I've never, ever, been happy doing what every one else is doing.

There is something in me, that I cannot explain, and I really should stop trying to.

Recently, in one of my overly sharey moments, I confided in someone who told me my goals, "weren't very realistic."

And there it was again.
The old familiar, stinging zinger.

 I've heard various versions of it my whole life.
And I'm sure it's true.

No...it's not realistic.

Fortunately, I was created by the One who specializes in the miraculous.

Fortunately, I put my hope (even on days I feel frickin' hopeless) in the hands of the one who created me and set me apart and called me His.

I've been waiting over 40 years to see what he's put in my heart come to pass.

"I waited patiently for the Lord to help me, and he turned to me and heard my cry."
Plenty of that for sure.

Under a fake smile, I blew out my candles.
All of them at once.

Maybe this year, I'll finally be free at last.
Free to be a better version of me.
Free to live my life with more passion, in hopes of pursuing happiness and a greater purpose.

How I Will Get Nominated for The Suckiest Mom Award....

Sometimes I plan dinner parties in my head.

Even though I have about as much space in my kitchen as I do in my head, the invite list is getting longer and longer.

Congratulations Lysa Terkeurst, you’ve just been added to my imaginary shabby chic dining table.
I watched her on a Women of Faith webcast last night and was completely in awe.

Maybe because she has my dream job.

Maybe because she inspired me and made me laugh out loud.

She told a story about her daughter who wanted to take up pole vaulting. And I had to laugh out loud.
Trust me, Lysa, in my house, “See Ya at the Pole” has taken on a whole new meaning…

I will totally be buying, “Unglued,” this week!

It was powerful to hear her talk about the challenges of being a mother and a Proverbs 31 woman. In particular, verse 15 that says she, “gets up while it’s still night.”

But maybe, just maybe, instead of meaning ”getting up while it’s still dark”, maybe it means, she just gets up and keeps going…even when it’s dark?

Even when you can’t see the forest through the trees.

I woke up this morning without the alarm clock at 4:48 am.

Hawk Nelson was pumping through my head as I layed in bed, “If you wanna live out loud, throw your hands up…”

I’ve wanted to throw my hands up alright!!

This has been a Hall of Fame mom week for me and not in a good way.

I have a daughter I love very much and it is probably the most challenging relationship of my life.

Her name is Tara, it means, “Strong Tower,” and she is 24 years old.

This is my girl who would smile and sing with me at the top of our lungs, one worship song after another in the front seat of our suburban, while her sisters slept soundly in the back.

This is My Girl who would hear the word of God and feel his presence from head to toe.

This is My Girl who asked God into her life and wrote a song called, “God is Famous,” at 8 years old!

This is also the same girl who stole the communion wine from church, got drunk, and drove my suburban up onto the lawn while I was at Lowe’s buying paint for her bedroom.

This is the same girl who hid from the police and lived under my pier and beam house for days while they searched for her because she did some other ridiculous thing.

The same girl who got kicked out of school for snorting Lucas on the walking trail, threw water balloon condoms down the hallway and barfed all over the sheriff’s ostrich boots in the Short Stop parking lot for all to see.

Giant blue wad of gum on the boot toe and all.

I love this girl!

What I have to keep reminding myself is how much God loves this girl.

Still, as a mom, I beat myself up daily for all of the could have’s and should have’s.

This past week she came to my apartment after I’d already told her, “Sorry, No.”

There was a light tap on the door.

Sadly, my other daughter looked through the peep hole to confirm, ”Yep, it’s her.”

So….I did what every good, Jesus loving mother would do.

I turned down the t.v., turned off the lights…

And hid.

Nice, huh?

I always claim that God’s promises are for me and my children and my children’s children
It’s in Acts.

If that chapter has anything to do with drama, we’ve got that down pat.

In Psalms it says, I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or my children begging bread.

I’ve seen it. It’s not pretty.

I am a child of God, and so is she.

THEREFORE, I will keep believing the promises God has given me.

He WILL restore the years the locusts have eaten and we will one day, serve Him, as a family.

Forgiven.

I love you, Tara.

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Clean YOUR house? I'd Be Happy To!

(photo courtesy of picturesof.net)
I've apparently lost out on another million dollar, money making patent.

Scrubby slippers clean your floors...now your house work is not a bore!

Oh my gosh! Really? I saw them in the store and went, "Well, there ya go. It's happened again. I even grabbed another customer at HEB to show him."

He was less than impressed, but sort of amused, I could tell.

Just for the record, I invented scrubby slippers in the 70's. As a young teenager, I really wasn't a fan of mopping floors, but I was a huge fan of loud music and dancing.

So, I came up with the idea to Pinesol soak two wash rags in the sink, then place them semi-securely under my bare feet, put CCR on the turntable, turning  it up as loud as I could without blowing the fuzzy orange paneled speaker and went to town dancing and prancing my way to a clean floor.

It was perfect! Even my toes fit neatly under the cabinets where the runaway Cheerios inevitably landed every morning, because my brothers couldn't pour a bowl of cereal straight into the bowl to save their life.

My mother would come home and compliment my sparkly kitchen floors, "The floors look fantastic! Great job!"

I never owned up to doing it the barefoot/washrag way, because, well, my mom is a white glove inspector kind of mom and she'd already given me Mopping 101 class instructions.

Creedance Clearwater pumping "Proud Mary" was no where in that lesson.

Most teens do not like cleaning their house. Period.

Sometimes though, my mom gave me Golden Advice. One very important lesson came at 11 years old, just as I was heading out the door for my first official babysitting job.

She yelled from the kitchen, "If there are dishes in the sink...wash them!"

I took that to heart and also took it a step further.

After the kids were in bed, or while they were enjoying a bedtime snack I'd prepared, I would wash dishes, vacuum, quickly dust and pile all of their clutter into neat little piles...sometimes even labeling them.

While cleaning up yet another doggie tee tee accident in the kitchen the other day, and grumbling under my breath about a certain daughter who suddenly appeared at my doorstep, it suddenly occurred to me out of nowhere that lesson.

And how much easier it is to clean someone else's house.

In my head, mop in hand, I thought, "It's so much easier to clean other people's houses." Yes, that was repetitive, but I'm hoping you'll grab hold of the spiritual handle I just held out for you.

Because at that moment, God was all, "Exactly."

And then the egg timer/alarm bell went off in my head.

Isn't that the truth???

Physically and Spiritually, it is always easy to see the spots on someone else's mirror, clutter in their closets, or the dust on their dressers.

I can easily look to my daughter or whoever and see where they need to improve.

Well, if they'd just do this and not that. If they'd spend their time doing this instead of that. We can go on and on about those we know and love.

We know exactly how to clean up their messes.

We just have a hard time clearly seeing our own reflection, in our own spotty mirrors.

God is always reminding me to be merciful and loving by the measure of mercy and love that he has shown to me. And it's a trainload.

That's when I am reminded to put down my stinky scrub brush and I say, "Oh yeah."
Sorry.

I love, love, love how He speaks into my life daily with these little life lessons.

This week I read part of, The Last Lecture, by Randy Pausch who had many great words of wisdom to offer including these;

• The best gift an educator can give is to get someone to become self reflective.
• The best way to teach somebody something is to have them think they're learning something else.

I always thought mom was teaching me how to mop floors.

All along, God was teaching me how to clean my own house.

There's No Water in the Hump!

 (camel snacks...courtesy of my mom)

Walking by the edge of the pool, dangerously close to the splash zone, I spotted a young family with an adorable little boy.

So, in my overly enthusiastic, evangelistic mode, I  invited them to this week's VBS.

As I explained to the mom and dad that we would be having tons of fun while talking about ways to serve our families, neighbors and Jesus, the boy just kept cannon-balling into the pool.

"Hey son," says dad. "They're going to have a fun bible school where you can learn about baby Jesus!"

Jump! Splash! Cannon-ball!!!
He surfaces again.

"Wouldn't that be fun?"

I had to interrupt, but quashed my desire to refer him to last week's marketing blog, and instead with a smile said, "Baby Jesus is probably kind of boring to a 5 year old."

So I give it a try, "Would you like to come have fun and learn about the Jesus who walked on water? That would be cool, huh?! How awesome is that? Maybe you could be a water walker too!"

Of course, I was attempting to appeal to the little boy's adventurous instincts, but he was really only interested in splash-balling enough water to hit the lady sitting on her porch in building 7.

Suddenly, as if perfectly on cue, I hear our very quiet, hardworking maintenance man pipe up in his usual un-overly excited voice, "I just wanna meet the Jesus that turned water into wine."

"Amen!" the parents shouted and we all cracked up laughing.

What I learned this week at Vacation Bible School is simple.

You can't make a kid be a camel if they don't want to be a camel.

You can coach, excite, order, beg, plead or dance around super silly, but in the end, being a camel is really up to them.

And the holy spirit.

It's pretty much the same way with adults. We can't change people. It does no good to nag. God himself is the agent of change.

We can love them and pray for them.

And that's about it.

And that's about everything.

It's the whole, "You can lead a horse to water...but you cannot make him drink," thing.

But...if we take the whole huge instruction book called the Bible (one of the kids said it was bigger than "War and Peace" which is amusing in itself) and boil the message down to the two most important lessons in it, it's revolutionary.

"Love the Lord your God, with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind and all your strength...and love your neighbors as yourselves."
That's it. I like things super simple. As we work on these two things, it gets the focus off of "us" and our wants and our needs.

In simply serving others, we give God the opportunity to be God. On every street, in every city, every country, on every continent around the world. Even if we don't understand or agree on every word between Genesis and Revelation.

You can't make someone be a camel if they don't want to be a camel. But you can lead them with love through the desert and wait for God to work.

In God's Big Backyard, we all have a part to play.

As I was passing out the beautiful boy/girl sugar cookies, one of the arms broke off in the baggy. I was prompted by a Jesus one-liner and said, "Well,since we are one body, made up of many different parts. Who wants the arm?"

I know my part.

I'm the mouth piece that keeps stepping on someone's toes.

The second most important thing I learned was that camels don't actually store water in their humps. I always thought they did!

Nope. It's just a fat hump. The water is stored in their bloodstreams so they can go a long, long way in the desert. They also have three eyelids but that's not really relevant to the post, it's just a fun fact.

Two of them have lashes.
One does not.

I hope I don't get lashes for saying the word, "poop" in VBS.

It was relevant.

Oh, and joyfully, just so you know, the camel kid came willingly on her own after a while.

Breaking Bad...

                                                                                                            

                                                                                                            ( photo courtesy of kurieuze.com)

Everyone has a story. Some good, some bad.
Some are sad or mad or glad.

Sometimes stories, or just conversations with people linger in your mind for a while.
There are two people I've recently met that I can't get out of my head.
Billy.
And Mayo.

I met Billy last month at my daughter's school.
He wanted to talk about Unicorns for half an hour.
Hands down, the most fun conversation I've had in a long time!
I'd talk about Unicorns all day long if they'd let me.

I'm not sure who "they" are, I'm just saying.
I drive down the road weaving Unicorn stories in my head and have to remember to reign in my creative side in favor of reality.
I am reminded to focus.....Focus.

My mind drifts a lot.
It's one of the bad habits I'm trying to break.
And breaking bad is never fun.
Especially for the people who live with me.

I had been anxiously waiting for Joyce Meyer's new book, "Making Good Habits, Breaking Bad Habits," and continuing my lame excuses for not just doing what I know I need to do.

Birthday Shout Out by the way to this amazing woman who has helped me so much in my walk with God.
Last year I dreamt we went and had Chinese food together.
She had the Sesame Chicken.

Life is but a dream.
That hasn't actually happened yet, nor has my mission trip with Justin Bieber or my dinner party schmoozing with Oprah..., but thankfully, Joyce answered many of the questions I would have asked if we were eating at PF Chang's.

I won't plagiarize. Just buy it. It's worth every penny of the $15.57.
If I could just implement some of the principles, I'd have it going on.

I've been trying to break the bad habit of hitting the snooze button.
Wisdom says to start my day early. Every day.

I listened to Michael Hyatt's podcast about becoming a morning person and became very intentional about waking up at 5 am after hearing it.
This time, I'd planned to succeed!

What I did not plan, was that I would wake up at 5 am, in a puddle of pee, because my dog decided to have some sort of urination situation.

So, yes, yes I did wake up at 5 am....cussing.

Not the intended path.
Mornings at my house are not always filled with chirping birds and whimsical wonderland anticipation of what the day may bring.
Especially when I'm trying to break bad habits.
At times, I am downright caustic.

Now I know why. I've been doing it all wrong.
Shocker.
Apparently, you're not supposed to try and break every bad habit at once.
Start small, she says.
Break just one.
That success will catapult you to the next.
And then the next, and then the next.
Pick an easier one first.

I'm not sure which one that would be.
Currently, I'm trying to get organized, stop freaking out, leave the house with plenty of time to spare in order to be on time, quit nagging my daughter relentlessly for no reason, stop cheating on smoking, relieve stress through exercise, drink more water, eat healthier, get up earlier, use my time wisely, stop misplacing things, be more productive and yada yada yada.

Number one on my list of necessities is mental stability.
Obsess less.
Mess less.
Bless more. OMB.
That's my version of OMG!!

Becoming a better person is hard work.
But I am convinced it is worth it.
I believe all the way down in my soul that God has a good plan for me and it helps when I follow his instructions.

I'm amazed by people like Mayo.
Mayo is a new resident in my neighborhood that I had the great pleasure of sharing a deep and meaningful conversation with.

He introduced himself by saying, "I'm older than dirt."
"You look pretty good too me," I replied back.
It was legit.
He's a very handsome man.
"I'm 87 years old!"
Shocked by the sheer numbers I said, "WOW! You ARE older than dirt!"
And we laughed.

Then he told me that his wife passed away 12 years ago.
And that years ago, his daughter had been diagnosed with a rare bone cancer at the age of 13.
And how he laid his hand on the holy bible and swore to never drink or smoke again if God would heal her.

And how she died anyway.
And yet still to this day, he's never touched a drink or cigarette in over 40 years.

And all I could say was, "Wow."
How do you get that kind of commitment?

"Don't get me wrong," he said. "I still chase women."
And then we laughed.

I love the good and the bad.
I love the happy and the sad.
This is my life, and I'm working on who I want to be every day.

This is Your Life
Who do you want to be?
God will help.

VBS....Is it just me or does it sound a little like a Social Disease?

(photo courtesy of championmonkey.com)


I don't know if it's because summer is about to begin or what, but my mind keeps wandering to  childhood things.

Or maybe my childish tantrums have gotten me out of whack.
Maybe it's the reality that summer doesn't feel the same at 45 as it did at 5.
Or 10.
It's always been my very most favorite season of all.

This year, I am committing to enjoying the outdoors, popsicles, watermelon and swinging and slides.
I'm also super excited about getting to help with the Summer Backyard Bible Club...also known as, "VBS."

Which honestly, is kind of annoying to me.
Sure, I'm totally pumped about the stories and the activities and the opportunity to bring Jesus to life for young children.

I'm just not so thrilled with the marketing efforts I'm seeing out there.
My heart is always on the people who aren't in the pews on Sunday.
And I think some of the advertising just stinks.
It seems so, exclusive.

All day, as I drive around town, I see banners and church signs that simply say, VBS and then some given dates.

What??? That's it? VBS June 7-11th?
Heads up body of believers..........not everyone knows that stands for Vacation Bible School!!

If I didn't attend church regularly, I would not even know what that meant and I certainly wouldn't just stop by to find out.

In fact, as an avid church avoider for many years, I'd step on the gas when passing by and roll my eyes thinking it was some sort of Holy Roller Designation for those seeking to be super spiritually qualified.

I wouldn't know that the church with the boring banner actually WELCOMES all children to these events, whether your family attends church or not.

I apologize for the un-exciting marketing efforts.
The stories of the bible are exciting and awesome and entertaining for people of all ages!
And life changing.

Got some errands to run? Drop 'em off at VBS.
Shopping list a mile long? Drop 'em off at VBS.
Have to post bail and pick up your cousin from the county jail? Drop 'em off at VBS.

It can change a child's life.
It changed mine.

When I was about 5 or 6 years old, my mom dropped me off at one.
We were Catholic and this was not.
It was another denomination and I couldn't even tell you which one.

But, I can tell you that I remember sitting in that room like it was yesterday.
I remember where I was sitting and the smell of the room.
I remember that they told us about Jesus as we cut and pasted and glued.
The fun glue.
The kind in the jar with the stick in the lid that you are not supposed to get caught eating or sniffing.

We cut and pasted and glued Jesus and his disciples to popsicle sticks.
And then we slid them through slits of paper that we colored like brown dirt roads and we played with him and his disciples, moving them this way and that way. 
They told me that Jesus loved me.
I'll never forget it.

And it stuck.

Even through all of the years of rebellion and running the opposite way of his popsicle stick, he somehow managed to stay with me.
We sang, "This Little Light of Mine," and I left that classroom, determined to shine.

I haven't felt very sparkly these last few weeks.
In fact, as I was driving the other day I started thinking about a game we used to play called, "Red Rover, Red Rover."

We'd form two lines far away from each other, lock arms tightly and yell, "Red Rover, Red Rover, send so-and-so on over!"
And that person then ran fast toward us, trying to break through.

I'm a very visual person, and as I thought about that game, it occurred to me that when playing Red Rover, you always called out the one who appeared weakest, first.

When the person came running, trying to break through the opposing barrier, often, they just got flung back and landed with some grass stains on their backside.

I've lost my balance lately and am realizing once again how important it is to stay strong.
To stay balanced.
To get enough rest.
To keep my eyes fixed on the one who keeps me strong instead of just focusing on my weaknesses or what seems like a stronger, opposing force field.

I'm sure somewhere out there in VBS land, they will teach about David and how, although he appeared to be the weaker opponent, he still had super boldness and faith to ask, "Who are you to come against the army of the living God?"

They'll probably leave out the part where he cuts off Goliath's head and parades it around for all to see. But, if it were my class, oh boy!!
I'd have them making homemade slingshots to take down that giant!
Then I'd reach into my super fun prop bag and whip out dead heads I found at Party City for each and every one to show off!!

And then we'd enjoy a sweet chorus of, "This Little Light of Mine," of course.

I know there are lots of activities to choose for your children this summer.
But please, please, please, let VBS be one of them.

Red Rover, Red Rover.....keep my head on till it's over.
Just kidding.
We are doing the story of Joseph.
One of my absolute favorites!!

............let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!

Holy Spirit Hook Up

Last Monday after a long day of class, I couldn't wait to put on my comfy yoga pants and just chill. Several minutes passed as I was sprawled out on the couch, snuggling my dogs and reading the last few chapters of, "Quitter."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, in full on, relaxing in dog hair infested pants glory, there was a prompting.
"Like" +Jon Acuff on Facebook.
I love Jon Acuff more and more every time I read his books!
He had me laughing so hard by myself at an open house last month, I had to wipe away the tears.

I love anyone who legitimately makes me belly laugh.
It was something about gathering in prayer circles where the person next to you wants to intimately interlock fingers.
That's funny stuff. Especially if it's ever happened to you and you're all, "Ummmm...this feels just a little bit awkward..."
So...
As I grab my phone and "like" Jon on Facebook...I noticed that he was going to be in San Antonio promoting his latest book, "Start. Punch Fear in the Face.".
When?
April 29th.
What? That's today!!!
Where? One click of a link later I find out he will be at Books a Million.
When I wonder? Probably at 9 am when it is now 7:15 pm.
Another click and this chick was off the couch and moving!

6-8 pm they tell me when I called.
OMGosh! Heck yes!

But it's pouring down rain, and it's clear on the other side of town.
And I look like crap.
Ugh! Decisions, decisions...So should I stay or should I go now????
I called them back, "Please don't let him leave! I'm on my way!"

So, I leave the house, jump in the car and attempt to put my super, who knew how ridiculously pasty white this make up looks in photographs, make up on while driving in an Epic Noah rainstorm.

With 20 minutes to spare, I run into the store, explain that I'm the crazy girl that called on the phone and thanked them for their kindness.
I see John at the back of the store talking to another possible wanna-be author someday couple and begin to prepare myself mentally by coming up with clever intros.
"So, ya wanna lock fingers?"
No, that sounds creepy.
"Love your book and blog!"
Everyone says that.

But then I glanced down and became hugely aware of just how much the fluorescent lighting illuminates dog hair.
Oh, sweet Jesus. "You're a mess." I think to myself.
And yes, yes I am.

Finally, with no lint roller anywhere to be found, it's my turn.
So I ramble on about how much I really, really enjoy his humor and writing.
Who doesn't like hearing that they rock? Ya can't go wrong with sincerely complimenting someone can you?

But then of course, being the shameless opportunist that I am, I tell him about my children's book, "Pig's Big Adventure," and my wildly successful blog with 3 subscribers, Happy Fun Girl.
"Cool. I'll check it out."
"Really? You'll check it out?"
"Yeah. I'm heading to Austin on the bus and I'll check it out."

My quiet self says, "Let it go now."
But the salesman in me says, "You have not, 'cause you ask not."
My motives were pure.
Purely about me. But I continue with a big convincing smile.
"Now. Are you one of those people that just says your gonna check it out, but you don't..or are you really gonna check it out?"
Okay. Maybe I'm pushing it a little.
He laughed and said, "I really will."
"Feel free to post a comment too!"
I always go for one thing too many. :)

As I'm walking/and or floating/ to my car, I notice again the massive tour bus.
I want a tour bus Lord.
Yes, that sounds ridiculous, but I'm not going to lie and act like I don't.
And that's what I've loved about reading Jon's latest and super greatest book.
It's honest.
It's real.
It's relevant.
Jon talks about practical ways to pursue what you love doing, while still maintaining your real life.
He tells honest stories and gives us a glimpse into who he really is when he's not gallivanting around the country in blinged out tour buses.

I particularly love his implementation of, 'The Brag Table.'
This is a safe place where you can get together with a friend, share your accomplishments and say, "How cool is that?" without the falsely modest, 'Praise Jesus' disclaimer after every sentence.

The super duper blessed usually already know where it comes from.
Every good gift comes from above.
God rocks!
I thanked Him on Facebook for the holy spirit hook-up.
It was promptly misinterpreted by one of my besties who thought I met a new guy.
Lol!
I'm sure Jon's wife would appreciate that.

I even said, I couldn't wait to blog about it.
Can't wait, means nearly two weeks because I have a new laptop and and they apparently have re-imagined Windows.
I imagine myself jumping out the window because it's one more thing I've had to learn lately and I want to pull my hair out of my head.

In any case, I love, love, love the book!
I'm almost to the end, and completely and totally recommend it to anyone who has a dream. Whatever that dream may be. It's a book for anyone who dreams at all.
It's simple and easy to read and, although he probably despises the word, "motivating."

The whole evening reminded me that as much as I'd like to be prepared when things come my way, sometimes I'm just not.
And I have to show up anyway.
Dog hair and all.

Try your best to be prepared, but the when the ball is coming at you, you can miss it completely, or get hit in the side of the head, (which happens) or you can go ahead and swing.
Several weeks ago I had a dream that I was hitting a punching bag.
Not just any punching bag, but a Vera Bradley punching bag.
I have a lot of fears.
"Fear not, for I am with you." God says.

If I'm going to punch fear in the face, I guess it will at least be in a pretty floral print.

Oh, and I'm still waiting for that comment Jon Acuff. ;)