Escalator

I observed something the other day that I just had to share:

I was at the Indianapolis airport. There were three escalators. Two were working. The airport was busy and both escalators were packed.

“They should really fix that escalator.” I thought as I hopped my lazy caboose on the middle escalator. About 2/3 of the way up, I had an epiphany……

A broken escalator is A SET OF STAIRS!!!!!

OMG

We are so lazy and stupid! Why did the airport workers just move the cones and (*gasp*) let people ‘WALK’ and get some (*gasp*) cardio?!??!?!?!

I heart Mom

You know how prisoners get that "I heart Mom" tattoo on thier shoulder? If I went to prison, I would totally get one of those... haha*

Anyways, I heart my Mom.

And today is her birthday!

I love you oh so much, Momma! I hope that you will accept these birthday wishes from 100 miles away!

“How do we get there?”

Mark and I were at our Little Brother’s house the other day. We were at his Mom’s house to pick him up. He was at his Dad’s.

We called his Dad’s house for the address. We were confident his Mom could tell us which way to go to pick him up.


Here’s how it went:

Mark: Okay, how do we get there?
Mom: Okay, which way are you going to go?
Mark: Whichever way you tell us.
Mom: Okay, ummm… Which road are you going to take?
Mark: Wait…ummm…okay…. What if we take 465?
Mom: Okay, oh….465…. so you are going to take 465….
Mark: How about this: how would YOU get there?
Mom: Oh, well that just depends on where I am.
Mark: ….Let’s pretend you are here….


Wow.

After she pretended she was at her apartment, we were able to get directions. After turning around a couple of times, we called my Mom to MapQuest the address.

We did find the house, but, lesson learned. No leaving the house without the GPS.

Bring It To Me

July 10, 2009

Bring It To Me

Marybeth Whalen <http://www.crosswalkmail.com/ihccblfgdb_aqltklyllzk.html>

"Bring them here to me." Matthew 14:18 (NIV)

Devotion

"Mo-om," my six-year-old son calls from the den where he is working on math, "I can't do this!"

I am in the kitchen washing dishes.

"If you can't do it," I call back, "Just bring it to me."

And in a whoosh, I hear God's still small voice, coming in on the heels of what I have just spoken aloud. "Isn't that what I say to you?" He reminds me.

When I am overwhelmed: "If you can't do it, just bring it to Me."

When I am angry: "If you can't do it, just bring it to Me."

When I am hurting: "If you can't do it, just bring it to Me."

When I am confused: "If you can't do it, just bring it to Me."

Thousands of years ago, the disciples faced a situation they couldn't do. They couldn't feed 5000 men and their families lunch even though the people were hungry. They knew that allowing them to leave would mean missing a great ministry opportunity... but their resources were sorely lacking. And then one little boy stood up and offered his lunch. Jesus responded, "Bring them here to me." He took that meager offering--the tiniest bit offered in faith--and multiplied it beyond anyone's expectations.

I need God to do that for me every day. When I think that I can't do something, I need to faithfully take what little I can do and place it in His hands. And then I need to stand back and watch Him multiply my humble offering into something amazing.

What are you feeling like you can't do today?

Take on a challenge God is calling you to?

Respond to a ministry opportunity even though it is scary?

Stay in a marriage that looks over from where you're standing?

Persevere in your efforts to pay off debt?

Offer forgiveness to someone who hurt you?

Whatever it is, know this: You are right. You can't do it. So bring whatever it is to Him. Picture yourself offering it up, just like that little boy's lunch. Then stand back and prepare to be amazed.

Dear Lord, I praise You for being my burden bearer. Thank You for always taking my "I can'ts" and transforming them through Your power and Your blessings. Help me to remember not to be anxious or worried when I face difficulties, but to simply bring my issues to You again and again. In Jesus' Name, Amen.

Voicemails

I'll say it. I hate voicemails. The day and age of personal voicemail is over! I honestly wish I didn't even have the service. When my Mom calls and leaves a voicemail, I check my phone long enough to see I missed a call from mi madre and quickly return her call....without checking the voicemail. :-) She will expect me to answer her question when we talk, but she is forced to repeat herself due to my voicemail hatred. It is extremely frustrating...for both parties.

Then there are the voicemails that my beloved father leaves. See below for an example:

"Hi Tiffany! This is your Dad."
[Dad - I have known you for 24 years. I am pretty sure I recognize your voice. Also, please be assured that there aren't ANY OTHER middle-aged men calling my phone and leaving voicemails.]

"I just wanted to call and ask: Are you going to be in town on Friday?"
[And this is where the awkward pause comes in. Dad- when you are leaving a voicemail, don't ask questions you immediately want answered! Don't leave an awkward pause for me to answer. I'M NOT THERE!]

"Alright, just give me a call back....I love you!"

...And when I see that I have a missed call from Dad, I call him back without checking my voicemail. :-)

My baby sister left me a voicemail recently.

Let's start off by acknowledging that she was just calling to 'chat.' This is pretty notorious with the women in our family. If my Mom, sister, or I are walking through the mall alone or driving home from work solo, we are making a phone call - - - and most likely it is to each other.

Kayla, in this call, was walking alone on campus...

"Hi, Sister! I just wanted to call and see what you were doing! I miss you! Ummmmmmmm. Just give me a call back! I will see you tomorrow, er, this weekend, er....I actually have no idea how to leave a voicemail. I sound stupid. haha! Call me back! I love you!"

:-) In conclusion, personal voicemails suck. But the ones Kayla and Dad leave are keepers. :)