My husband, Michael, and I recently headed to the mountains for a couple of days. He had an upcoming surgery and we just wanted some alone/away time. We had his pre-op visit in Cumming, GA and decided we would get on the road from there. We checked with SIRI for directions and she gave us two options. One was the way we always go. The other option would take 15 minutes longer but it was a way we had never been. We chose "never been" and hit START.

Oh, you need? You know what that means? You're needy. If you're needy, then you're lacking something. So, put on your big girl panties! Suck it up! Do whatever it takes! No one wants to be around someone who is needy, so keep that to yourself.

I have a black thumb. I mostly blame it on my upbringing. When you're born and raised in South Florida you don't have to know an annual from a perennial or what grows in sun and what grows in shade. It's lush and green 365 days a year. The most we had to do was spread a truckload of sand across the grass and pull a few weeds. Now, with the joy of the change in seasons comes the challenge of landscaping.  I visit friends who turn their backyards and flower beds into mini Edens and I get a little jealous. 

Apparently, the title of the book has a lot to do with its ability to sell. The more I thought about this idea, the more I thought about how much what we call things matters.

"Rise and shine!" my mom would say, waking us up in the morning. And when we would pull the covers back over our heads, she would break into song, "Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory. Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory..." You can imagine how that went over! As annoying as it was for teenagers, the truth is, it signaled the beginning of a new day.

Good morning wonderful friends! In searching for words for you today, God brought to mind a passage of scripture. How kind of God to show me ancient words that are active and appropriate for today. How kind of God, knowing that there are times when we are tired, and spent, to provide exactly what we need.

This morning I was reminded of one of the reasons I felt a press to do this "different march" - I was MAD! Stomping my feet, yelling at the air, punching' somethin', fed up, angry. Spiritual attack was in my neighborhood, so-to-speak and I wanted to do something about it!