I was walking back to my apartment under an overcast but dry sky yesterday afternoon when I noticed ripples in the lake. It wasn't raining where I was but it was raining over the lake. It was weird. It's kind of as if God was quoting TobyMac and saying, "If it's got to start somewhere, why not here?"
What's got to start somewhere in your life? Why not here?
Really think about it.
Have you thought long and hard?
Ok, then how about a Blast from the Past funny story?
From the time I was two until I was about ten we had some great neighbors. Without a doubt the best neighbors we've ever had. Late at night after my sister and I fell asleep, they'd set up the baby monitor and go to the neighbors'. If it was positioned correctly in the window of my back bedroom the signal would reach to the back window and hot tub two doors down. Probably not the safest thing to do since we were little and asleep, but we were in a good neighborhood, and we knew Mom and Dad and two houses worth of great neighbors were just a shout away. Well, one night in the dead of winter they were all sitting in the hot tub and they heard some suspicious noise on the baby monitor. In his swim trunks Dad flew out of the hot tub and ran barefoot through the snow home where he found three sleeping girls and an undistrubed house. He said the run home wasn't bad but the walk back was frigid.