…again.  wow.  where did the week go?

it’s been a full one - but, a quick one.  so here’s a few thoughts from my week…they’re random (did you really expect anything else?):

• i really like riding the harley…this surprises me - and i can’t explain the why of either…
• i wore a shirt today that looked like i have full tattoo sleeves on both arms - the girl at starbucks said, “i love your tatts”….then, a “gentleman” commented as we were leaving the mall - only his words were not so kind (good for everyone that byron didn’t hear him).  it just reminded me that the world is full of forms of expression…love and hate.
• i remember when i used to dress very differently….people judged me then, too.  it’s amazing how we size people up when we don’t really know them at all.
• Jesus saw the crowd, and He looked on them with compassion because He knew they were helpless and harassed…
• i was reminded this week that God allows me to experience feeling helpless and harassed so that i can use my pain to recognize it in others and minister comfort…as comfort has been ministered to me.
• i love making “sloppy joes”, but i’m a super messy cook…my kitchen looked like a crime scene when i was done.
• my girls are growing into such beautiful girls…so different from each other - so uniquely beautiful.
• someone commented today (d’lo) that i’m such a “chameleon” - i’ve heard this before and often wondered why.  i guess it’s a product of my childhood - being a traveling preacher’s daughter, i had to adapt - adapt - adapt……i guess it made me so “c3″: (celebrating constant change…)
• okay, i need to get my nails filed down…they’re interrupting my typing skills…which were bad to begin with…

anyway, that’s all i’ve got for now…

see you on the flip side…peace.

Byron and I went for a ride at dusk - went over to see Barry and Amanda.  It was my first time on the bike on a road like Alafaya…two-lane and full of coming-home traffic.

You have to wear protecitive eyewear when you ride, so both of us had on sunglasses…at dusk - I think you can see where the problem may arise….

….plus, it began to get super cloudy - those dark, menacing clouds that I love so much…FROM INDOORS!

So, we were racing the darkness…trying to outrun the storms….

and I couldn’t help but think about how that is kind of a metaphor for our lives…our ministry.

We always seem to be trying to stay one step ahead of the darkness and calamity…..

And as we rode, no less than 4 different cars pulled right out in front of us, like they didn’t ever see us, like we wouldn’t all be in peril if Byron didn’t react quickly…always having to be on guard. And they never even seemed to notice the collision they had just barely avoided.

We did make it home safely - in spite of the creeping darkness, the ominous weather, and the ignorance and impatience of others….

And I suppose we’ll make it “Home” safely, too - in spite of all the obstacles…the battles we rage just to continue the journey.

I commented when we got home that I understood better why most “biker chics” have tough and weathered faces and skin….the elements take their toll.

…so does this “preacher’s chic” - it may not be quite as visible, but the “elements” of our journey take their toll as well.  It takes a whole lot of aloe to heal sometimes….

Anyway, it was quite a ride…and so is each day - as I pick up my helmet and try to get back in the saddle….

Happy Wednesday…..

Peace out.