On March 21 I am going to a concert in Baton Rouge and I’m already super ecstatic!
What an awesome worship experience this will be: Louie Giglio is speaking and Chris Tomlin and Matt Redman are going to lead the music- it can’t get much better than that!
Only $29 if you would like to go! 
Don’t let your circumstances control your walk with God.
Let your walk with God control your circumstances.
WOW, right? How many times do I sit and say “this was absolutely a HORRIBLE day…this happened, and that didn’t go like I’d planned, blah, blah, blah”…. I’m sure you know the drill.
This week I started out with a pity party for myself. My attitude was horrible, I was looking on the down side to everything, I was getting lazy with my quiet times. You name it, it was NOT going my way. Then, last night I heard that wonderful phrase. I’ll say it again:
Don’t let your circumstances control your walk with God.
Let your walk with God control your circumstances.
God was just sending me a little message…HE is in charge, not me, and I just needed to be humble.
SO WHAT if my car won’t start and I just stepped in dog poop. SO WHAT if my computer has a virus and crashed. SO WHAT if someone annoys me. SO WHAT if things don’t go my way. If I am focusing on GOD for my source of fulfillment, these things will not be as big of a deal as they were before. Yes, they’ll still be there, but when I rely on God, He’ll help me. When I am focusing on Him, it is easier to deal with the things that come my way each day because He’s guiding me.
You see, It’s pretty reassuring to know that because I am faithful, God WILL have my back.
So, I made this blog about a week ago, but i haven’t gotten up the courage to post.
So here I go, maybe this will entertain you.
Last night I laid down in my bed, snuggled up, changed positions, grabbed another pillow, organized the blankets, tossed and turned one more time, finally got comfortable, then fell into blissful slumber. You know, those amazing sleep experiences. You just seem to have this aura of peacefulness shining all around…drool dripping down your cheek onto your pillow until there is enough to fill one of those rainbow colored kiddy pools. The kind of sleep that makes you five minutes tardy to school. THIS was the kind of sleep I was experiencing- deep, wonderful, non-stressful SLEEP.
Well, my bliss was short-lived.
It was 1:30, Central Time of course, and I am not only awakened, but also jolted out of my slumber. Yes, my pillows tumbled to the floor, my stuffed bear almost took a ride on the ceiling fan, and my blankets flew everywhere…
All because of a ridiculously loud sound coming from outside my window
BONNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
It never ended.
There I sat, for FIVE MINUTES, trying to come out of my zombie sleep nature that I had been in for the past two and a half hours. What WAS this NOISE???
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
It continued, I was confused.
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Ten minutes had gone by. I finally became conscious enough to stumble out of bed, put on my sparkly slippers, opened my door, shuffled to the living room, and found my dad staring at me with a weird grin on his face. “Sleeping well?” he chuckled…(obviously HE hadn’t been experiencing beautiful sleep like I mentioned earlier)
My loving father explains to me that our neighbor Elray, Elroy, or maybe Elmo…. Yeah, we’re not sure exactly what his name is…anyway it was HIS TRUCK’S HORN GOING OFF. We stood around for about five more minutes, longing for the constant noise to stop, but of course, it doesn’t. This brutal noise is just taunting us. “Haha..I’m keeping you from your fabulous slumber..and YOU can do NOTHING about it!” That horn is just a jerk, I decided.
So my dad put on his coat and shoes, and headed next door to Elmo’s house. I went back to my warm bed, and watched the rest of the scene unfold from my window. Lucky me, Elray’s truck is parked ten feet away from my room! My dad walked up to the front door and politely rang the doorbell. Seconds go by and no answer. So, my dad began to knock on the thick wood door. More seconds go by, and still nothing. By now, my dad is cold, aggravated, and just wants to go to be in peace. So he begins [frantically] banging on Elroy’s door. And STILL, no answer. Elmo is OBLIVIOUS to our torture!
Then my dad walks up to Ell..?’s white F250 that is making all the racket. Having an extremely vivid imagination, I imagine him kicking the truck until the jerk stops making all the noise, but he doesn’t. He just simply walked around the truck a couple of times, scanned the situation, and realized that there was nothing he could do. I just tried to go back to sleeep….
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Yes, the persistant noise is still ringing.
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
10 More minutes of hell’s music.
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
….10 More
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
I wedged my head between my two pillows, hoping for the noise to STOP.
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
20 Minutes later, the BONG is not as loud. HALLELUIAH! IS IT OVER?
BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
But it still kept ringing, five more agonizing minutes of torture.
Then…I did not believe my ears! The Ringing had subsided! IT FINALLY STOPPED! Finally I could go back to bed. Finally I could have GLORIOUS sleep again.
Finally, peaceful silence…..
….Until my alarm rang
