To the lady at the YMCA:

I am so sorry! I totally did not mean to steal your water just as you were about to go into your workout class…please forgive me. Yes, I stole something…and the worst thing is that it was such an accident. I had just come out of a tough spin class and had my hands too full to put on my hoodie (which I had to have since it was like a 10* wind chill) anyway, I set my phone and spiral memory verses down (memorizing Scripture during a work out really works) and these women were standing beside the counter waiting to go into a class. They were talking and I just used a bit of the counter behind them….then my phone rang and so I was talking and grabbing my things to get out of there..that’s when it happened. I grabbed your bottle of water and took it with me. (mine had already been downed during class) When i realized what had happened it was too late to run it back in and give it back (fortunately i didn’t drink it since you had already opened it)…soooo i am really sorry that you probably think you just lost your water and you may have even scheduled a check up to see how low your hormones are since you feel as if you lost your mind.

I feel bad about what happened and then I thought about how dangerous I can be when I get busy doing something. I apparently can inadvertently commit theft…hmmm you know how there are some things that you just know you have done wrong? sins that are glaring to not only you but the people around you. Well my little problem with the water made me wonder about any sins that i may not be noticing. Then I found these verses in my Scripture spiral:

Psalms 19:12-13 says “Who can discern his errors? Forgive my hidden faults. Keep your servant also from willful sins; may they not rule over me. Then will I be blameless, innocent of great transgression.

What a great reminder and challenge–to continually be looking below the surface to see what may be lurking in our lives and seeking cleansing from them all…..oh and be careful when you are around other people’s things!


Snow Days

Well Nashville got a huge (for us anyway) winter storm this past friday and we have been in the house pretty much since then. With lots of snow and ice added to the fact that we got rid of all our SUVs and now drive smaller, low to the ground cars— we have not felt good about getting out on the roads. We didn’t have church yesterday and I just hate missing my Sundays but better to err on the side of caution and the schools were out today and tomorrow too.

The thing is that when your whole family gets to spend lost of concentrated time together it gets interesting. Some are stir crazy and just want to get out and do SOMETHING while others are just happy to have nothing they have to do. I had been at imom last wednesday at church and our speaker talked about organizing and decluttering your home so I kept feeling antsy about getting things cleaned out.

Funny thing about that is I started with the junk drawer in the kitchen and I was absolutely floored with the crazy things I found in there. This of course led to some spiritual thoughts for me. I found myself praying and asking God to show me what all I have been hanging onto in my life that is just “cluttering up”. What do I need to get cleaned out? I found old single shoelaces, random empty containers, broken pens and various things that really belonged somewhere else but had just been stuck in the kitchen drawer. None of those things were ginormous but when piled together they kept me from easily accessing the items I most needed.

hmmm…now that sounds like my life. Sometimes I let things clutter my mind and life to the point that I can’t easily access what I need to spiritually. Maybe you have noticed the same thing. If so, I heartily recommend a good spring cleaning! Ask God to blow a fresh breath of His Spirit in to your life and clean out those things that are in the way of all that He wants to do in and through you. It will be worth it.

Every so often I go by and open that drawer just to revel in the organization I can see—now for the rest of this house