Humiliated...I Mean Humbled!

They call it a Datsun but I called it a good ole cup of humble tea. It was the car I drove when I was pregnant with my third child. The year was 1981, that's the year of the car, not the year I drove it. The car had two doors, perfect for getting children in and out of car seats. You know I am lying. The passenger seat, which I sat in every time the hubby drove because this was our ONLY car! Anyway, the passenger seat was not bolted down all the way so the seat rocked back and forth like a rocking chair. If I wanted to see where we going then I had to really flex those stomach muscles to sit upright. Most women lose muscle in their stomachs when pregnant. I developed a six pack. I know you are all green with envy for an '81 Datsun.

The car did have a good price tag. We got it in exchange for a king size head board (foot board, too). When I was 18, and bought the bed for $800, I assumed it came with a mattress. Teenagers... what do they know? Well, come to find out the mattress wasn't included. That would be another $800, so we never bought a mattress. We simply hauled around the bed for several years until our neighbors (who had a king size mattress but no bed) asked us if we wanted to swap their '81 Datsun for our king size bed. Considering our car had just died it seemed like a good thing to do. My husband was weeks away from graduating from college and we were trying to buy a house so we were avoiding debt at all costs. We made the swap.

And it would have been okay....if the car would go when you pressed down the accelerator. The car had a mind of its own. It moved if and only if it was good and ready. Patient the car was. Now I was officially Jesus crazy at the time so I was determined to exercise all faith required to master the driving of the Datsun. I prided myself in the humility I displayed as I drove the thing around town. I mean could there be anything more humiliating, I mean humble, than driving that thing around? I thought I must have been the most humble person in the whole city, make it America....or maybe even the WORLD!

The car broke down several times a week but that was an "opportunity" to trust Jesus. Did I tell you I was Jesus crazy? I can't tell you how many times we had to get out of that car and lay hands on the thing. I remember on one occasion Santa Clause stopping to help us get the car started. Seriously, it was the man who did Santa at the mall. His picture was hanging up in our house - I mean two bedroom duplex. The duplex will have to have its own post one day because it doesn't seem right to have lived in a two bedroom duplex with three children in the middle of America. Was that even legal?

Anyway, Jesus put up with us. He got us from place to place, Datsun and all. And out of pure sympathy to our situation He laid it on someones heart to get us a car. She was a woman we met on the side of the road. The Datsun wasn't even broke down, we had just stopped to look at something. She loved our family and did the math - three babies won't fit in that car. She called me one day and asked where we lived, saying she had a gift for the soon to be born baby. She dropped off a bag filled with diapers, clothes, car title and keys. She didn't even stay. She left the car parked outside our duplex. It had four doors! It wasn't brand new but next to the Datsun it looked like it came right off the assembly line.

Do you know it wasn't long after she gave us that car that someone bought her a brand new Toyota Celica! She also went into a shoe store and won $500 the very next week. The woman has the gift of giving and God gives back to her so much more. Her name is Ladonna and I for one want to follow her example. She is a cheerful giver AND I'll never forget what she did for my family.... and now neither will you, I bet!

Running For My Life

When I was born my father was in prison. The state removed my sister and I from the care of our mother. We went from home to home. As a teenager I went to live with an aunt and uncle for a few years. One day they announced that not only were we going to go to church, but that we also had to go to Sunday school. Church is something we didn't normally do. I was clueless about church AND Sunday school... beyond clueless. When we got to the church I was sent to this large room full of teens. I had moved around so much growing up that I felt comfortable just blending in. I didn't approach anyone and no one approached me. Then, out of the blue, the leader told all the kids to go to their classes. Classes???? I had no idea where to go and no one seemed to notice me. Everyone simply got up and headed to various destinations. I had two options: 1. Approach someone and ask them where I was suppose to go. 2. Leave the church and walk a few blocks over to Warehouse Row (a place with all sorts of clothing stores and cute little shops). I opted for Warehouse Row.

The church was located in downtown Chattanooga,TN. As all the kids headed to their Sunday school class I made my way outdoors to freedom - so I thought. It wasn't too many blocks into my walk before I noticed how empty the streets were. I was beginning to wonder if Warehouse Row would even be open at 8 am on a Sunday morning. I was way past being naive here... I was into stupidity. How I didn't know everything is closed on Sunday mornings in the heart of the Bible belt is beyond trying to defend, so I won't even try to.

Right about the time I began questioning the reasoning of my great plan two men spotted me walking down the street all alone in my church dress and mini pumps. It only took them half a second to decide to pursue me. It quickly turned into a race for my life, I knew that without doubt. There wasn't another soul on those streets - no person, no car, no office open - nothing. I crossed the street, so did they. I turned the corner, so did they. I was so far from the Lord that I didn't even ask Him for help. I didn't even think to cry out to Him. But God in His mercy sent what I didn't deserve: a policeman! Out of nowhere he came driving by and saw me being chased by those men. He pulled up, opened his car door and asked me to get in. When I got into his car he couldn't help but question me, "Where are you suppose to be right now?"
"At church" I mumbled in relief and embarrassment.
He drove me to the church and I got out of the police car. I went into the service, found my aunt and uncle and sat down. I didn't dare tell them what had happened. I would like to say I listened more intensely to the sermon and gave my life to Christ but I didn't. I didn't even think to tell the Lord thank you.

Do you know what? When I did become a Christian at age 18, I had a HUGE desire to go to church. I hadn't invested any money on church clothes so I had to search my closet for something to wear. I could only find one dress. Do you know what dress I found? The one I wore the day I skipped Sunday school when I was 16. The one I almost died in. The one I was wearing when God delivered me, even though my prayer life was so non-existent that I didn't even think to ask for help, nor bother to offer up a praise after He did. As I put the dress on the magnitude of what God had done for me became obvious. I felt such remorse that even after He saved me I didn't even pay attention to the sermon or bother to ever go back to church. I couldn't help but question Him as to why He even stooped so low to save me. He answered so clearly that it took me by surprise. He said, "On the day I saved you I saw you wearing this dress TODAY. You NOW see what you WERE but I always saw what you would be. I knew that this would be the dress you would wear to church today and I saved it for you. And I saved you for me ."

When I was asked to join a speaking team for the "Be Still, Get Real" conferences I was told I had to meet our sponsor. Do you know where I was told to go to? That church. Yes, God doesn't just see what we are. He sees what we will be.

"Deal bountifully with Your servant, that I may live and keep your Word. Open my eyes, that I may see wonderous things from Your law. I am a stranger in the earth; do not hide Your commandments from me." Psalm 119:17-19

The Plane's Going Down!

Way back in 1995, my friend and I decided to fly to Colorado together. She had just graduated from college and I was expecting my second baby. I was going for a big "break" before newborn number two came and she was going as a treat for finishing college. Problem was she had never flown on an plane before AND she is a little bit on the hypochondriac side. The flight out there wasn't too bad. I would even venture to say she did well. But, our flight back was postponed some hours because of a snow storm. We finally got boarded on the plane in the wee hours of the night. We were seated right next to a neurosurgeon. That made my friend feel a bit better to know a doctor was close by. She even asked if he would perform surgery on her in the event of a crash. Surgery wasn't what he thought she needed. He was thinking medication. Lots and lots of medication. When the plane took off we ran into some turbulence. Actually, a lot of turbulence. So much so that my friend phoned her parents to inform them the plane was going down. Back in 1995, that call cost her $35. She really thought and acted like the plane was going down. Everyone else on the plane was snoozing away. Everyone but the doctor. He was rewriting that prescription for something stronger. I made every effort to calm my friend. How about singing praise songs? She wouldn't go for it. Didn't amuse her at all. What fun is that? I decided I would talk to her about the Lord. I began to say things like if we did die we'd get to see Jesus face to face. I tried to get her excited about the glory of it all but she didn't get excited. She only got more frightened. I went on to inform her that God is so worthy of our trust that the plane could be a ball of fire crashing down to earth and we wouldn't have to worry. We didn't have to be afraid. Now I am a very animated person when I make a point and I don't even know how to whisper. It was about this time the doctor began writing another prescription. This one was for me. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out which one of us was more crazy!

A bunch of girls from church went out to dinner the night before last and my friend told everyone this story. I was laughing so hard. I had forgotten about it. I am older now and realize just how bizarre we must have seemed. Nowadays if I was in a plane going down I think I would be a wee bit worried. Excited to see Jesus but worried. So, doc, if you're reading this: the medicine worked.

Hope, Faith & Love

Hope. It is a very powerful thing. It is like holding the winning lottery ticket, you don't have the money yet but you have the joy of knowing you're the winner. And no, I don't play the lottery but it is a good example. The knowledge of being the winner is just as strong, if not stronger, than holding the cold, hard cash in your hands. That is the power of hope.

Well, we are winners. More than conquerors. We can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens us. We have the winning lottery ticket in our hands and it pays for eternity. Hope is so empowering that God puts it right up there with faith and love. "And now these three things remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." (1 Corinthians 13:13). Do you see it is because of hope that we are free to love? Because of hope we have something to give others. Our resources aren't dried up. The gate is wide open. The possibilities... endless. Hope opens the door to fruitfulness, purpose and passion. It simply states that we have a future and a hope. It is what eternity is all about and eternity has alrady begun. It started at the cross. And because of the hope set before Him, Christ endured the shame of the cross. Hope was enough to get Him through His toughest hour and it is enough to get us through, too.

Feeling blue? Discouraged? Useless? Alone? Then remember the power of hope and hope yourself towards victory. You have the winning ticket in your hand. Go collect your winnings!

Men's Room Moment

A few weeks ago I ran to Lifeway Christian Bookstore with my friend Angela, her six and four year olds girls and my three year old daughter. As soon as we got there I announced I had to use the restroom and all three children said they had to do the same. Of course. Since Angela had graciously gotten up at the crack of dawn to babysit my three year old, Lily, so I could go to court with an inmate from my Bible study, I knew I could at least take the crew to the restroom. This was my first time in this particular Lifeway store so I was a bit surprised to find a restroom that could only accomodate one. We all huddled into the tiny space and I helped the girls along. It was obvious things were going to take a REALLY long time so I decided while they were in the girls restroom I could go to the boys restroom next door. With only one person in at a time, a good lock and a very uncrowded day at Lifeway I thought there was nothing to worry about. Who would ever even know? I explained to the girls I would be in the other bathroom right next door. I pointed out the door and I hurried away.... As soon as I got myself situated I heard little voices in the hallway. Great! They left the restroom. They were looking for me so they went directly to the other door - only problem was it was the wrong door. It was the emergency exit door. Which also had an alarm. An alarm that goes off as soon as the door is opened and of course they opened it. The alarm was LOUD and blinked with a variety of lights that seemed to signal certain doom. The crying started. The girls, not mine. The employees ran to the back of the store to find a couple of very little girls all alone standing between the exit and the girls restroom. The girls restroom that had a door wide open with another little girl sitting on the commode crying her little eyes out. I was in the same position but thank goodness my door was securely locked. As much as I didn't want to emerge from the men's room I made my way out so they wouldn't think the children had been abandoned. I said a quick "hello" to the Lifeway staff and then an "I'm sorry". The alarm was too loud to explain the situation and that was sort of a relief. I calmed the girls. The crying stopped. Angela made her way back to us.... And then we laughed......and eventually the alarm was turned off...... and the best part is that Lifeway store isn't the one I normally go to. There is another one much closer to my house that's bigger AND the restroom has stalls! Stalls! A mother's dream. And they don't know about the little commotion we caused... And that's good because I love going to Lifeway.

Starbucks, Need I Say More?

I can't believe I haven't blogged about this sooner because this is huge news. I was picked as "customer of the week" at Starbucks! Yes, it is true. If you go into Starbucks on Gunbarrel you will see MY name on the board. Not only do they feature a customer of the week on a sign in their store they also give you free drinks all week long. I've got Starbucks coming out my pores at this point. This happened on Friday right after prison ministry. I think God was so full of pleasure from seeing His children walk in truth and unity that He couldn't help Himself. I had been eyeing the customer of the week sign for awhile so I guess He thought He would have some fun. When I was approached about it I about brought the roof down - and this was before I found out about the free drinks. I can go overboard at times. I was excited to say the least and I am sure everyone of you would be as well. Let's give Starbucks a hand for such a program. It rocks - I mean brews!

God Showed Up!

Well, God completely showed up during prison ministry on Friday. And He did it in the most unexpected way. I brought in a Mary, Mary CD which the girls love. I get there before 8 am so I play the Shakles song to get them awake. I then play the next song, "I Just Can't Give Up Now". Well, as that song was playing one of the guards came into our class and started singing her lungs out. She knew every word. This was the guard that the girls liked the least but as she was singing the words to this very powerful song her face told a story as she sung - her story. The expressions on her face said more then the words did. We had girls who never leave their bunks for Bible study make their way over to watch. Girl after girl began weeping and worshiping and weeping some more. What was happening just didn't make sense but then God wouldn't have been SO GOD if it did. He did it. Guards never join in on Bible study much less take center stage and start singing but God placed her in our midst and He told her story as she sung her song. And you know what? Her story was very similar to all the stories of every woman in that room.... And unity happened.