"I'm sorry officer..really I am!"

Yes..encounter with the police..get reeeadddy!

So this morning, freshly showered (not!), I got up and drove over to Ashley's to ride with her family and to drop them off for their cruise and bring their SUV home so they didn't have to pay the 5 bagillion dollars to leave it there for 5 days. So we get there and the ship arrived from it's previous 5 day extravaganza 3 hours late..so awesome right? We cruise around and go to the mall and hang out and have a blast. Which, P.S. Floyd family = blast..they are hysterical. So we are tooting along and get off the interstate and get in line, the longest line ever, guinness was there making a world record. It was awesome..people playing cut-sies..chaos as we try to figure out where to go and an awesome mirror thing that they look under cars with for bombs..yes BOMBS. So I jump in the driver seat to drive an SUV that I am totally unfamiliar with. With the reassurance from papa floyd "Britt..it's only a car..it's ok..thank you for coming and driving us" I zoom(creep) away. While some of you know..i was raised in good ole' Mobile, AL but by my cluelessness as to where ANYTHING is..you would never know. So i'm driving downtown..DOWNTOWN..turn left at a light that looks reasonable to head back at least in the general direction of the interstate. Ohhhhh low and behold I was going up a 2 lane one way! Bet you can guess..I was the only person going a certain one way. Two huge lines of traffic lead by Mr.Officer who now has his lights and siren on yelling at me and pointing. So..what else do you do in this situation..turn a hard right and ramp the median. Along with some polite stares the officer continually yells at me. I ended up laughing as I finally got on the interstate.

So..post tramatic thoughts. :) It reminds me how much I think I know what's best for me. I think my directions, thoughts, opinions are "right". Wehh ohh they aren't. The Lord knows what's best for me everytime..yet I continually allow myself in thoughts, decisions, actions to jump in a car that I am totally unfamiliar with (not literally here..:) ) and just go. However..what meets me is not a yelling officer but sweet discipline from my Jesus. Who loves me so much that He sent his only son to earth..laid His life down for me. It's me that deserves that cross and the shame of it..i deserve what my behavior warrents..my rebellious sinful heart..yet He embraced the cross. Jesus longs for me to think way less of myself and more of Him. I am so grateful for opportunities like today where I get to learn and be taught how to be more like Jesus..i can't do it or produce His behavior. Oh the depths of how much I don't get His love for me. It's a deep, unconditional, never changing, always pursuing love. Lord, let it captivate me. I long to be rooted in truth and have constant truth driven thoughts and actions.

"But it's when You hold me..I start unfolding..and all that I can say is Hallelujah..Hallelujah" Hallelujah by Bethany Dillion


"For great is your love toward me; you have delivered me from the depths of the grave." Psalm 86:13

"He MUST become greater; I MUST become less." John 3:30

-Britt

War of the Whip

Welcome to the war of the whip..it's a secret, not talked about war between Kelsey and I. You see..we have this bowl..in all it's glory. It's white, perfectly round, heats to just the right temperature, cools down fast because of it's lack of stability and is even festive on the outside. While Kelsey and I have tons of bowls, anywhere from plastic DG(dollar general) to glass (well 1..) we choose this one. Over and over Kelsey and I are looking to who got to use it first or who has it soaking to wash. We always let out a sigh when it's unavailable.

While it's all funny it still reminds me of the fact that there are millions of children and adults around the world who don't even have the opportunity to have a bowl filled with anything. They go days..weeks..months with nothing..NOTHING. Yet Kels and I get to use it all the time for various foods. The Lord is so gracious to provide us with food and not only that but food that we love. It challenges me deeply to evaluate what I am doing with my resources to help those in need. Life is short, so so so short. I want to give Him all I've got. I want to consider others as I consider myself. Am I really willing to go to extremes to fight to meet needs as Christ did and still does? I am commanded to consider others as myself..I should be so concerned with their starvation as though I am starving.

"He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.' " Matthew 25:45


-Brittany