His Footprints, My Heart...

Well, it may not be good grammar, but even the best of grammar hasn't seemed to get mine and hubby's power back on yet! Katrina's made her mark on many places, Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi with terrible devastation. She also sent tornadoes spiraling through Georgia last night. A strong "rain-wrapped tornado" ripped through Carrol County last night destroying 30 houses and a number of very large chicken houses, inflicting "moderate damage" on another 100 or so houses. The tornado did some damage a few miles, 15 or so, away from our house. Several areas were hit, so please remember them in your prayers along with the victims of Katrina. Hubby and I were so blessed to have no damage... we only have to deal with the minor inconvenience of having no power, which truly is just a minor inconvenience. The only reason I mention it is because God is showing me how much it relates to my life and relationship with Him.

You see, when I got home last night with all the tornado warnings and such I thought about the possibility of the power going out. I quickly gathered the necessities should our power fail: a flashlight, a candle, the lighter, and plugged in my cell phone to charge. I was prepared to not have to stumble my way through the house, stubbing my big toe on the end table, but I didn't want to be in the dark especially with the ominous weather outside. Then, around 2 am we lost power. No big deal except the alarm clocks wouldn't go off, but that's why they make cell phones with alarms, right? *grin* Well, at 5:30 this morning it was a bit of a bigger deal when I had to get up and get ready for work. Applying make-up to the soft glow of a flashlight isn't recommended.... unless you're going for the Ronald McDonald look. By the time I left the house I was quite used to the dark, it didn't seem so foreign. But I know that when the power does come back on I'll realize just how great the light really is.

Where am I going with this? Glad you asked! This sort of reminded me about my life and relationship with Christ. When I'm walking side-by-side with Him, "in the light", the thought of walking away from Him, "in the dark", isn't something I really think will happen... then I do it. I step out just a little, but I'm in the dark. It's uncomfortable, because it's not what I'm used to. I'm used to basking in His light, but the longer I stay in the dark, the easier it is to roam around and it's not quite as uncomfortable as it once was, until I get completely comfortable. I'm walking around and I don't seem to be stumbling on anything, not stubbing my toes on anything, until.... Until my heart starts to hear that still small voice and I long to be close to Him. When I return to the light, I see just how great the light really is, just how great He is. I look back at where I've been while I've been walking in the dark and no, I didn't stumble over things, but there are so many things I missed because I couldn't see them. You see, without the light there are very precious things that you can't see or even appreciate. Without light a diamond doesn't sparkle. Isn't it amazing how light accentuates beauty? Even more amazing, isn't it amazing how His light accentuates our beauty?

So, remember: stay plugged in because without Him we are nothing.

"There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it."
-Edith Wharton-

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Hey! I'm no longer a "flippery fish" in the TTLB Ecosystem! I've somehow 'evolved' (let's not get started on a discussion of evolution here...) into a "Crawly Amphibian"! I never really thought I'd be proud of being a crawly amphibian, but I've learned that the older I get, the less it takes to actually amuse me.... AAAANNNNNNDDDDDDD....... I'm coming close to the 4000 mark on my site counter (ok, so I'm a wee bit early in the celebration, but as I said, I'm rather easily amused...)

Now, since I can't think of a really clever segue into the "meaningful" portion of this post, here it is, no intro, no nothin'!

There's a southern gospel song (I LOVE southern gospel!) that says "No Fishin'!" It's talking about in that "sea of forgetfulness", there's no fishin'... But satan always wants me to go fishin' with him. He wants to "reminisce" with me about my past, about what I did yesterday, what I did last week, last year, or 10 years ago! Now, there's nothing wrong with being sentimental, especially if you're thinking on how God brought you through something or how He's blessed you and He's getting the honor, glory, and praise; but if all you're doing is beating yourself up over your past and forgetting how big and merciful our God is, then THAT'S SIN! There's a fine for fishin' in a no fishin' zone... "for the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life." If you don't know Him as your personal savior, you can. I'd love to tell you how! Can I share my Abba with you?

"Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime."

Remember: "No Fishin'!"

P.S. One tiny request.... my SIL Paula wants to give her hubby Bill a little "love note" by getting lots of visits to and comments on his site for The Halftime Band. If you have a minute stop by, I promise you'll be blessed, and you'll be a blessing!

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Wow! I love this Stat Counter jazz! It's really interesting to see the paths people take to get to my site. Even more intriquing is the key words used in searches on Google, Yahoo!, and such that lead them to my site. Well, this week I almost got a Googlewhack! What is a "Googlewhack"? I'm so glad you asked! Well, you know when you Google a word or phrase and it pops up with a number of results containing that word or phrase? A Googlewhack is when, after searching on your search terms, it gives you only 1 result. Well, I almost had a Googlewhack when someone searched on the phrase "co-workers don't like her." Interesting phrase, to say the least, but, look!

Doesn't take a great deal to amuse me (in case you haven't been around here long enough to figure that one out, lol!).

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Ok, so it probably seems like I have nothing to write about these days... not true. I've got tons of things rolling around in my head, but can't seem to fit any of it together to really write a good post. But, moreso, I've just been crazy busy so I haven't had the time to write a good post, but I promise to really soon... I promise. Anyways, just so nobody thinks I got kidnapped and hauled off to the library by some wacko, I thought I'd share this invaluable piece of information I stumbled upon.

Evidently, if you've hit a skunk...

As soon as it happens, find the nearest gravel road. The dust from the road will soak up the spray and allow you to easily wash the smell away.

I'll try to remember that the next time I'm on I-285 and I get the urge to take out my frustrations on some unsuspecting skunk... surely the nearest gravel road can't be more than 50 or so miles away...

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Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were unlearned and ignorant men, they marvelled; and they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.

Acts 4:13 (KJV)

Every week it's the same, I go to church on Sunday, sing in the choir, go to Sunday school, go to the service, my whole day is focused on God, my entire reason for existing. I've gone to His house to be filled and refreshed. Monday comes and it's back to work for the week, I spend my time with God on my way to work, praying and listening while dodging maniacle drivers (and doing alot more praying!). My Abba, my Daddy-God, rides in the car with me (I tend to think He's the one doing the driving...), it's just me and Him, Him and me. Some mornings He paints spectacular sunrises just for me. Other mornings He puts the little bunny rabbit by the mail box, just for me! Some mornings He allows things to happen to make me a bit later than usual, just to miss a terrible accident that I could have been in (I'm a bit prone to that, you know...), all that, just for me! We talk. I talk, He listens. He talks, I listen (I'm not quite as good as He is at it though...). Sometimes we just bask in each other's presence.

Then I arrive at work...

Do they know?

Can they tell where I've been? Who I've spent my morning with?

Is there any evidence that I've been with Jesus?

People say that you're known by the company you keep.

I hope people see Him in me, that they do know where I've been and who I've been with... but I'm afraid that too many times there is no evidence of that.

"Dear Lord, my Abba, I pray that You will shine through me so brightly that Cindy fades in others' presence. I'm so thankful that you call me child, that I'm Your daughter, Your princess. I can't imagine my life without You. I pray that You will show me how to allow Your presence to be truly real to everyone I meet. In Your most wonderful, precious name, amen."

Hey, guess where I've been...

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