Witness

While writing this post, I got an email from Luke which included this "quote of the week":

"If I say I'm doing well, I'm a proud, self-righteous, arrogant, self-satisfied, priggish Pharisee; if I say I'm doing lousy, I'm a miserable worm with a guilt complex and I need some psychiatry; and if I say I'm sort of fair to midland then I'm dull, wishy-washy, Charlie Brown. So what's the solution? Don't look at yourself. Take your temperature when you're sick, otherwise look at other people and God. They're much more interesting. The first step is to try to forget about yourself altogether. Your real self, your new self, will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come only when you're looking for Him." - Peter Kreeft

Yesterday, I finally got to spend a couple of hours with my friend who will be directing the Walk to Emmaus this fall. T. and I have been friends for years but never get to spend much time together. When we do, the conversation never stops and it's usually deep. I love those kinds of friends. Anyway, in the midst of sharing back and forth last evening, T. asked me "would you give a witness talk at one of the formations?" Without pausing for a breath, I answered, "Yes." Witness talks are short talks given by a team member about what God has been doing in her life. I've never given one but since agreeing to be on the team, I've been composing a talk in my head.

Imagine, me having the chance to speak in the church that broke my heart, with the person I've struggled to forgive in the room. If not for grace, the not-nice me might take over and give quite a rant. Heh heh. God definitely has a sense of humor. I know I would not be given this opportunity to show how His grace has worked in my life if not for His grace. The endless circle of it makes me dizzy.

The talk I'm composing in my head is about answered prayers. There are so many of them I don't know where to start. God is so good.

Happy 4th of July!!! We have no plans other than to float in our "hillbilly heaven" (Terry's term for our backyard pool), soak up the sun, listen to music and baseball, and enjoy summer. Yesterday, I was a bit sad the kids will both be gone. Today, I'm looking forward to spending three days with my man!

Blessings,

Sandy