Bumper Car Living

I have a confession.  It's a tiny one, at least to any of you that don't live near me.  You're safe as can be, no worries there.  But to my family and co-workers, and anyone who happens to be within viewing distance of me while I'm driving, ummm... be afraid.  Be very afraid.

This past Monday was the first day I'd driven in over two weeks.  I went to school on a Monday and then the next day I had my surgery, was in the hospital for a week, and then there was the week of no school for Thanksgiving.  

Okay, so maybe I was out of practice just a bit.  Or maybe it was the residual effects of the anesthesia or maybe just plain laziness or stupidity.  Whatever it was, when I tried to back out of our driveway, I was blocked by something.  I almost pressed the accelerator thinking it was just mud.  Oh man, it wasn't.  It was my son, Nik's little car.  It really is no match for a min-van but it held it's own.  I must've hit it just perfect so our bumpers...bumped:)  That's what they're for, right?

It's a secret, though.  Nik doesn't  have a clue.  Serves him right for parking behind me.  Anyway, I do have a thought hidden in here somewhere.  Hold on, please:)

Lots of times I feel like I'm in a bumper car.  I go here and there, am bumped and change directions.  It's crazy.  I like to think I'm living a faith-filled life but sometimes I wonder.  Hmmm...  Anyway, it seems to be how my health works.  I roll with the punches, or try to.  Right now I'm having a rough time doing what I need to do.  I have some decisions to make.  If you would like to pray, please do that for me.  I would really appreciate it.  

God is so BIG!  He cares for us BIG TIME!  He loves us in a BIG way!  Let's remember this in this busy Christmas season.  After all, it is because of Jesus that we celebrate.