jaguar at taco bell

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.

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