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It was 10 p.m. That’s about the time my stomach says, “If you’re up this late running errands, I’m going to talk to you.” (Is it just me, or does it seem like after 8 is the only time people frequent Taco Bell?)
So I turned into the drive-thru lane, 5 cars deep. My ’97 Escort, a sniffing distance behind a Jaguar.
A Jaguar? At Taco Bell?
Odd. Not exactly where I’d expect to find the owner of a $70,000+ automobile spending his or her free time.
Yet, I can be like that. Not acting like who I am. Pulling into the drive-thru line for pettiness, selfishness and scarcity-mentality.
C.S. Lewis once said, “We are halfhearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
The neat thing is that when I start acting out of character like a Jaguar in the Taco Bell line, God begins to remind me who I am. A kind of conviction of righteousness, you could say.
“Angie, that’s not who you really are. ” He says kindly, beckoning my heart. “Act like who you really are.”
And this is where I’m finding life change. Not in the rules that never wooed my heart to different behavior. Rather, out of love and the reminder that I have great worth.
Valued beyond even a Jaguar, in the eyes of my Father.
Last night was a sweet night. It marked 2 years of offering Jazzercise to our missionary women here at work.
One of the best parts of the 2 years has been how God raised up my friend, Kristina, to become an instructor alongside me.
The Lord is my caretaker, I shall not have to do it in my own strength.
He makes me lie down in restful places, He leads me beside quiet places, He restores my soul.
He guides me in the paths of truth for His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of a wedding and work to-do list that’s endless, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your fatherly boundaries, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of people who don’t always undertand me.
You anoint my head with precious and costly things, my cup overflows.
Surely You will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Scott and I have been reading through the Bible in a year on the way to work each morning. (It’s a highlight of my day to carpool with my man!)
We’re in Genesis right now and have laughed pretty hard at some of the names.
I laugh even harder at the way Scott pronounces them, like his mother tongue is Arabic or something.
When reading Genesis 5, we came upon the name Mahalalel, Scott called out like a Middle-Eastern father, “Mahalalel! Mahalalel! Come for dinner!”
Today, we read about Jacob and Esau — and the lesson about how to take lying to a whole ‘nother level — in Genesis 27. We’re reading a Bible that puts everything chronologically, so it puts Genesis and Chronicles together, it took us to 1 Chronicles 1 where we found another great name:
No, I’m not kidding you.
“Mahalalel, Oholibamah, and Steve! Come down for dinner!” Scott says laughing.
I think we’ve landed on our kids’ names.