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Colossians 3 - Part I

In the grammy award winning words of the Newsboys..."It's just a Spirit thing..." I'll fill in the details later. For now, read this.

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The Terrible Twos

I think God puposely reserves children like this one for #2 (or 3 or 4). Otherwise, the concept of siblings may go extinct. Total destruction time was 27.5 seconds. Clean up took a bit longer.

Psalm 24

It all belongs to God. All of it. My life, my time, my money, my stuff. ALL of it - His. He has simply allowed me the opportunity and responsibility of being a good steward with what He has given me. Psalm 24 says the Earth is the Lord's, and everything in it... None of it belongs to me. God has really been working me over in regard to this principle. He brought it to me during DOMINATE and again during Break Out - particularly in regard to finances. So many times I've rebelled against God because I needed something, or wanted something or felt like we should buy or save for "this" despite God telling us to contribute to "that."

Recently, we've seen a bit of an unusual surplus in our finances. The economic stimulus check and a few payments for things I've written or presentations I've given all showed up within a few weeks of each other. After tithing, we immediately dug out the list of items and projects we've been wanting to address but haven't had the disposable income to fund. So, while searching hundreds of websites for children's furniture and deciding what gifts to get for this relative and that - I continually felt the impression to just wait. But we need - just wait....but the baby - just wait...but our trip to Texas - just wait...but next February my TV - are you kidding?

In the midst of waiting, God revealed to us why we were waiting. I can't even begin to tell you how awesome it has been to see God provide for multiple unforeseen expenses with this money. Things that would normally have required us to dip into the savings - taken care of. No adjustment of the budget or scrambling to come up with extra cash or temptation to whip out the credit card and worry about it later. He provided - completely.

God always has a plan. I think sometimes we just have to learn to stay out of the way so he can put it into motion - perfectly.

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Happy Birthday, Mom!

The Y Chromosome

Part I.

There seems to be something coded on the Y chromosome that is missing from its counterpart, X. Some combination of base pairs that makes guys do things or find joy in things that women find ridiculous, disgusting or juvenile. For example, Tuesday we put our minivan in the shop and secured a rental car while it was being worked on. Since I was in charge of this exchange, I got to pick the vehicle we would be using until the van is ready. As I'm sitting across the desk from rental car guy while he types away in an attempt to find my vehicle...my mind begins to wander. I begin to daydream about what type of car I'll get - maybe they're renting Ferrari's for $30 a day now! That's would be ridiculous -but maybe he'll offer a convertible Mustang or a 350Z - it could happen! The rental car guy starts speaking and brings me out of my daze. He offered me the "free" upgrades and said I could get a Chevy Impala or a NISSAN PATHFINDER. Now, no sane XY individual who finds himself in this situation is thinking, "Oh, yes! I was hoping for the Impala!" So, obviously I took the Pathfinder...and put into the contract that I was the only one driving. :)

Part II.

After driving said Pathfinder for a day or so, I noticed a unique feature on the beefy man car that I've not seen on a vehicle previously. It has a meter on the dash that tells you how much farther you can drive before you run out of gas. In the photo below it says "dte" which I assume stands for distance to empty.

According to this, I can drive 56 miles before expecting the testosterone mobile to run out of gas. For decades now, the XYs have been in a battle with that little red arm. "How far below 'E' can I go before the tank is really empty?" Now they've digitized the red arm - enabling it to taunt us with each passing mile, saying, "I DARE you to drive more than 56 miles before filling up!" I have no choice but to accept this challenge. The Y in me demands it. I must push "dte" into the negative numbers. I have to know if it really means I only have 56 miles left. If I back down from this challenge, I may as well be a rational XX.

P.S. Yes, there is a Seinfeld clip about this, but I couldn't find it on YouTube

P.P.S. If any of you happen to be driving by the hospital in Monroe on Friday morning and see someone walking down the road away from a stranded black Pathfinder...it's definitely not me.